Bill could feel the ground he was trying to stand on crumbling underneath his feet, but he held on with the kind of stubborness that would get a mule beat to death.
It was that cussedness that let him meet her gaze and ignore the flare in her eyes and the set in her features.
"Starla knows what it's like t'get left, an' she knows that I do, too. She wouldn't just do that t'me."
Except she had, more times than he cared to count, but those wounds had scarred and calloused over and he wouldn't tend them again until they were reopened.
"Even just as a friend."
He wasn't going to let her storm out on him, which is what he thought she was set to do.
Grabbing his beer he stood up and walked out on her, heading for the living room and purposefully dropping down into the armchair that had its back to the kitchen and hallway; turning on the TV.
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It was that cussedness that let him meet her gaze and ignore the flare in her eyes and the set in her features.
"Starla knows what it's like t'get left, an' she knows that I do, too. She wouldn't just do that t'me."
Except she had, more times than he cared to count, but those wounds had scarred and calloused over and he wouldn't tend them again until they were reopened.
"Even just as a friend."
He wasn't going to let her storm out on him, which is what he thought she was set to do.
Grabbing his beer he stood up and walked out on her, heading for the living room and purposefully dropping down into the armchair that had its back to the kitchen and hallway; turning on the TV.