@DevoutWrath ••• your might or your devastatingly good looks that keep my interest.
I talk a lot, but I observe a lot more than people realize. Maybe I should've started with that and things would be different." That's when I drop my hand and slowly turn to go.
@DevoutWrath ••• and wise beyond your years. You're studious and steadfast --- you believe in something and you defend it. You're kind...and I've seen it...with Cora or Liam. You didn't have to keep helping Scott back when Peter bit him. I know you, Derek. It's not just •••
@DevoutWrath ••• deems it necessary and useful..." Is that me owning up to knowing my friend can be shit? Maybe. But Scott has always been family...and I don't have much of that left.
Chancing bravery, soft steps forward leave my free hand reaching and resting on his shoulder. •••
@DevoutWrath ••• I don't know how else I could of spelled it out.
Derek, I don't run from ( you ) or your baggage or I would of done so a long ass time ago. I fled from feeling like I made a ( fool ) out of myself...not sure if you've ever noticed, but I'm ( shit ) at self-esteem."
@DevoutWrath ••• what? Because you could? Because that's how ( I ) felt. I felt stupid..."
Vocals dropping an octave and wavering, I shake my head. I'm probably only embarassing myself further. "You said, 'next time say what you want'. I basically begged you to be with me. •••
@DevoutWrath ••• Fists balling at my sides, clenching and unclenching...I don't plan on acting on it. Derek would kick my ass. There's no competition there. Hands down.
"At least Liam and Scott are smart enough to avoid one another. I've been stupidly following you around for •••