[She hadn't expected him to bring up the elephant in the room again so soon. The blonde shifts, her grip on his arm tightening for just a split second before she corrects herself. Blue eyes focus on the wall behind him for a few moments before she can actually look at him. She doesn't know if he means he's a bad friend for kissing her when they'd been older, for almost immediately trying to make her regret it, for not alerting her earlier to the possibility of him being an actual hobo, or all of the above.
No matter which it is though, she isn't mad. She can't be. Having time to think about at leas the first two options, she can understand what his rationale had been, even if she disagreed.]
Too bad I do not know any subway musky studs who also happen to be shitty friends.
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No matter which it is though, she isn't mad. She can't be. Having time to think about at leas the first two options, she can understand what his rationale had been, even if she disagreed.]
Too bad I do not know any subway musky studs who also happen to be shitty friends.