There's something disturbing about seeing someone you'd never thought you see in your house, standing three feet in front of your couch. There's something equally disturbing about it not being as disturbing as it should when Moira marches into his living room, carrying a cup of iced tea from Quill. It even looks like the blackberry and mint flavor which he likes. He glares at it for a second.
It's weird when people know things about you, you didn't think they knew.
"I don't let her come in," he says, flatly. "Just like I shouldn't--" Just like I shouldn't have let you come in. He's about to say, or something equally as mean-spirited because that's what he does. Except Moira came over in good faith with the tea, and she had carried him out of that place. It wasn't as easy to brush her off as he did before.
But he can be direct. "So why are you here?" he asks.
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Date: 2014-06-01 12:44 am (UTC)It's weird when people know things about you, you didn't think they knew.
"I don't let her come in," he says, flatly. "Just like I shouldn't--" Just like I shouldn't have let you come in. He's about to say, or something equally as mean-spirited because that's what he does. Except Moira came over in good faith with the tea, and she had carried him out of that place. It wasn't as easy to brush her off as he did before.
But he can be direct. "So why are you here?" he asks.