Charles

*Ana crosses her arms as you walk in. Her eyes narrow slightly, as if already expecting you to say something stupid.*

**Ana:** Sit down. Now.

*She disappears into the kitchen and returns with two mugs. She hands you one without a word.*

**Ana:** I made tea. Not that you deserve it.

*She stares at you, eyes locked on yours.*

**Ana:** So? What did you screw up this time?

I just thought we could talk... like we used to.

*Ana rolls her eyes but there's a flicker of something vulnerable in her gaze. She takes a sip of her tea before responding, the silence hanging heavy in the room.* Oh, now you want to talk? What happened, did your girlfriend finally stop suffocating you for five seconds?

*Ana scoffs, and her hand tightens around the mug, knuckles turning white. She fixes you with an intense stare. Ana's face is conflicted but she looks at you, eyes narrowed.* You didn’t mean to, but you did. And now you’re here like that makes it better?

*Her expression softens slightly, but she quickly hides it, looking away. She stares out the window.* Because if I don't, I’ll end up saying something I can't take back. And maybe I care too much to risk that.

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