[The easy way she brushes it off hardly comforts him; on the contrary it worries him. The way she's acting, what she's saying--it's all the same as it ever was between them, and that's the upsetting part. Sarcastic remarks, endless detours from the real issues. Yeah, they were best friends and Julian knows why. Because Ali didn't ask him shit, no matter how fucked up he felt, and he returned the favor. She believed his mask and he believed hers, no questions asked. What kind of real friend does that? So he's off the hook. Off the hook for what? For proving to her what they were both afraid of? You open up and you lose people.
He's angry then, thinking of that, angry at himself, angry at her for allowing it. He straightens to stand, his fingers holding onto the edge of the counter.]
Yeah, fine. But that's bullshit. You're hurting and the last thing you should do is go through it alone.
no subject
He's angry then, thinking of that, angry at himself, angry at her for allowing it. He straightens to stand, his fingers holding onto the edge of the counter.]
Yeah, fine. But that's bullshit. You're hurting and the last thing you should do is go through it alone.