Honeyed Pasture Look at all the stars they have fallen

Do something. Do do do do. As if somehow she wanted to be like this. As if this was all her fault and if she just tried harder, sure, everything would be okay. Because this was so inconvenient for him.

Now there was real anger, but it was a cold and detached kind. She'd tried talking to him and it didn't help. And he didn't seem all that interested in trying to talk to her.

Fine. He wanted her to do something? She would do something. She was out of here.

Don't fucking follow me. Her voice was dangerously low. This was a different kind of feeling and if he kept pushing her, she would attack him. But it would be for real, not the spar he thought it would be, and instead a cornered attempt to get away from his aggressive pushing.