misterwhitewinter:

            _{“Sounds rough.”}

    _{{and he means it. as often as she gets on his nerves with her cold attitude and blunt judgement, he has a certain kind of respect for her. it can’t be easy on her, being what? twenty-something? and running her own company. he knows he would never be able to handle it. he’s too carefree, irresponsible, hell he couldn’t even raise his own sister. she had to be sent away because he was such a screw up. but he also can’t help but wonder how much of a toll it really takes on her, if there’s something more to her than what she wants him to know.}}

                _{“It’s alright to be worried. I would’ve been if you had suddenly stepped out of your window.”}

        _{{he raises an eyebrow and gives her a sideways look. okay, maybe a bitch is really all there is to her.}}

         _{{his sympathy is nothing short of anxiety producing. a sign she isn’t doing something right. how? she talked with him more than most but by no means had she ever been kind. nothing short of a narcissistic rich girl. and here he is offering her warmth she doesn’t deserves. he’s stupid. that must be it. she’s stupid for letting it get this far.}

            _{he would’ve been worried if– breath caught in her throat, brows furrowing. she couldn’t feel the cold of it, but the texture beneath the palms of her hands had changed to what she could only assume was ice. she relaxes her grip in hopes that it won’t spread. cool. collected. she wasn’t outed yet.}}

                _{“It’s not rough at all. I’m not an expert on cooking but aren’t you supposed to, oh.. I don’t know.. not take your eyes off the stove?”}