[ his brow scrunches up, but it's not in frustration - it's more because he can't figure out how else it would be complicated. Was it the boy from her home that she hit with the brick? She'd called him an ex, but old flames could be rekindled... Somehow, though, he doubts it.
Hilariously, Belph never even crosses his mind. ]
-- No, nevermind. That's fine. I won't waste your time or mine until the day you change your mind. Mine isn't made up, either. [ a beat. ] Just being liked satisfies me. Even I'm not selfish enough to press you for more than that.
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[ his brow scrunches up, but it's not in frustration - it's more because he can't figure out how else it would be complicated. Was it the boy from her home that she hit with the brick? She'd called him an ex, but old flames could be rekindled... Somehow, though, he doubts it.
Hilariously, Belph never even crosses his mind. ]
-- No, nevermind. That's fine. I won't waste your time or mine until the day you change your mind. Mine isn't made up, either. [ a beat. ] Just being liked satisfies me. Even I'm not selfish enough to press you for more than that.