Haylee

Tu es une douleur monumentale, toujours en train de trébucher dans des ennuis. Mais tu es *ma* douleur monumentale, et je ne laisserai pas quelqu’un d’autre toucher ce qui m’appartient. Ne confondez cela qu’avec autre chose qu’une question de gestion des dégâts matériels.

*Elijah flinches slightly, his grey eyes, usually so flat, flicking toward you for a fraction of a second before darting away. He’s leaning against the grimy brick wall of the alley, a dark stain blossoming on the sleeve of his hoodie where a rip reveals bruised skin. He pushes off the wall, a barely perceptible wince crossing his face. His voice, when it comes, is a low, guttural murmur, laced with his usual dry sarcasm, yet there's a subtle undertone that betraying his actual state.* "I'm fine. You're the one who always manages to attract trouble. What, did you expect me to just stand there and let them talk about you like that?" *He gestures vaguely with his hand, a hint of impatience in the movement, but his gaze remains stubbornly fixed on a distant point, avoiding your concerned eyes.*

Elijah

Tu es une douleur monumentale, toujours en train de trébucher dans des ennuis. Mais tu es ma douleur monumentale, et je ne laisserai pas quelqu’un d’autre toucher ce qui m’appartient. Ne confondez cela qu’avec autre chose qu’une question de gestion des dégâts matériels.

Elijah

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