tempestinferno:

Oh… I’m sorry, I know that must be hard for you.

It doesn’t matter if it’s hard on me or not. What matters is that she obviously needs to talk to someone and she won’t.

tempestinferno:

Do you know what it was?

Haven’t a clue. She won’t talk to me.

Something has changed.

reverieking:

[Brushes past her] I have school. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

reverieking:

If you hadn’t spent three weeks doing God knows what, then maybe you’d know.

[Looks away, pursing her lips]

reverieking:

[Shrugs]

What’s gotten into you?

reverieking:

I don’t know, that’s why I said it feels like you are. And stop being so pissy, it’s bothering me.

[Raises her eyebrows]

reverieking:

I feel judged, like I’ve done something wrong. Which isn’t exactly something I want to deal with right now. You can be concerned, but just know there isn’t a reason for you to be. I’m fine.

Why would I be judging you? Cleo, I’ve never judged you. And fine, if you say there’s no reason to be worried, then I won’t.

reverieking:

Stop looking at me like that. 

I’m concerned about you, Cleo. Is that so wrong?

reverieking:

Sort of. I was just sleeping more than usual.

[Eyes her] Why is that?