He wasn't going to follow her into that pathetic little look she had. They all lived shitty lives. This wasn't really something he gave a lot of sympathy for. He had his own shit to work though. Wylie tucked his hands in his pockets, standing with his feet shoulder width apart, watching her as she looked completely unsure of herself and weak. Huh, a vampire weak? Whoda thunk?
"C'mon," he said finally, shrugging his shoulders once. "You didn't answer the question, you put on the pity face. What are you looking for? Someone to hold your hand? Yeah, the cards you were dealt sucked ass, but what the fuck does it matter anyway? You got the chance to start it all over, so why are you pitying yourself? No one else is gonna give a shit."
Wow, blunt much? This was the part where he got drained right?
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Date: 2011-10-14 07:48 am (UTC)"C'mon," he said finally, shrugging his shoulders once. "You didn't answer the question, you put on the pity face. What are you looking for? Someone to hold your hand? Yeah, the cards you were dealt sucked ass, but what the fuck does it matter anyway? You got the chance to start it all over, so why are you pitying yourself? No one else is gonna give a shit."
Wow, blunt much? This was the part where he got drained right?