Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

he hurt her too. he knew this, but he'd been so focused on his own pain that he hadn't admitted it to himself. too often had he seen pain in her icewater eyes to deny the agony he was inflicting on her, the strife they had put each other through -- it was his turn to find the ground with his eyes, his single ear falling back against his skull. 

"because you brought that stupid fuck here. he obviously gives more than a shit about you, Aria, even if ... well, that's what i thought. you said, let's be friends, i left, and then the first time i see you again, you're with someone else. i t-thought you'd moved on, and i was ... you know? why shouldn't i move on too?"

he searched her gaze then, lapsing into a grim and uncomfortable silence. once more he'd laid himself bare before Aria, even though the last time he'd done that, she had rejected him indefinitely.