he enters her apartment slowly, warily; it’s no more his nature to
trust people than it is hers. a quick glance around the room ––
it’s rather barren, so he assumes she’s not been here long ––
and his gaze returns to her sharply. i’m not afraid to hurt you,
he thinks, looking her over, just afraid of what you’ll do if i
decide to.he ignores her questions. “ you move around often? “

he doesn’t even bother to reply to her questions —– and she quickly moves past it. she’s used the cryptic silences, the oddity of the peculiar notions that might’ve been borderline offensive to any other human. she runs a hand through tangled, disheveled hair as she leans against her couch. ❛ well. —— i don’t know, kind of. it’s complicated. i’m just kinda all over the place. i stay at friends n’ stuff usually. i haven’t been situated in my own place for a while; too much risk. ❜
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