@FrostySentinel < sighed, flopping back in my seat, head in my hands for a moment, before rubbing my face and looking back up at her.
"You want the truth, Spencer?"
I started softly, my voice no longer displaying any signs of anger, only defeat.
"I don't >
@FrostySentinel < chair over as I turned to her, fuming.
“What the fuck do you want me to say, Spencer? What do you /actually/ want from me? I can’t give you peace or normalcy. I don’t fucking have it in me right now. You destroyed me. You sent me so far >
@FrostySentinel < organized in little bins beside the bench. I could tell she kept herself busy while I was away. Thankfully, there was enough left to do to keep my hands and mind occupied.
@FrostySentinel < talking it out, being the emotional one between the two of us but something had changed and I couldn't bring myself to acknowledge any of it.
Taking a seat at my workbench, I noticed a majority of the work had been completed and was neatly >
@FrostySentinel < I knew it wasn't a good thing.
I took a step back, pulling my lip and and sinking my hands into my pockets. With a deep sigh and a shrug of my shoulders, I pursed my lips together and softly shook my head.
"I told you.. it had nothing to >
@FrostySentinel < softly, turning to slowly walk towards Spencer. My eyes were more gentle, the brewing storm in my eyes having found their calm.
“It had nothing to do with you. And it’s not something I ever want to make a habit of.. that I can promise >