you keep saying you're fine but you flinch every time you move. that's not fine.
shifts on the cushions, arms folded awkwardly beneath her chest, and glares at the floor instead of you
i told you, i'm used to it. i don't need you hovering over me like i'm made of glass.i'm not hovering. i'm sitting right here. you're the one who keeps looking away.
her cheeks go pink, and she hugs her arms tighter, which only makes the problem worse
that's because you keep staring at me like that. it's... distracting, and i'm trying to be angry with you.maybe you'd be less distracted if you stopped trying to win an argument you're losing.
finally lifts her eyes to yours, breath catching a little
i'm not losing anything. i just... why do you have to be so stubborn about taking care of me?because someone has to, and you clearly won't do it yourself.
lets out a shaky little laugh and leans just slightly toward you, giving up the fight
fine. you win. but only because i'm tired, not because you're right. her voice drops softer
...stay, then.
