Author: clintbbarton

taitalagi:

the foxes:  allison reynolds // #7 // defensive dealer

“I’m sorry,” Neil said.
Allison curled her lip at him in scorn. “Shut
up. No you’re not. You’re not,” she insisted when Neil opened his mouth
to argue. It sounded less like an accusation and more like an order, so
Neil reluctantly subsided. “Have you forgotten who has to paint you back
together every morning? If you’d let them steamroll you yesterday after
all of this,” she flicked her fingers up at her own face, “I would hate
you.”