why? o.o

does not like this wondering. He's tempted to run...but that'd only be suspicious, now, wouldn't it?

leans forward, arms behind his back. 'What have you done Reuby?' he asks in a sing song voice.

caught like a rabbit in headlights for a moment or two. He starts back slightly, finally managing a muttered, "None of your business." It's_

one of the bigger lies he's told, as far as he can recall, but if Samuel doesn't remember, they're both far better off.

looks taken a back. 'You look like a rabbit on the end of a gun Reuben... you should talk about it,' he says, looking worried.

snorts softly, taking a step back a little defensively. "No. I shouldn't. Again, not that it's any of your business."

takes a step back again, frowning. 'Fine, I'll stop fucking caring then because whenever I do you just sprout nonesense about it being none_

of my business.'

*nonsense

swallows heavily, turning his back. He gathers his courage some, trying to keep his voice level. "Fine. Maybe that's for the best."He hates_

himself for those words as soon as he speaks them, but if he can't keep control of himself around the other, if he can't help but take_

advantage...maybe it's true. He should go. He moves to do so.

reaches out to grab his wrist, blinking afterwards. 'Reuben...,' he starts, frowning, '... I-I- don't.' He sighs before rushing out, 'I_

don't think I can.' He looks up and over Reuben's head, 'And I hate myself for it because you obviously don't care.'

Reaches out to grab his wrist, blinking in surprise at himself. He let’s go as though Reuben’s wrist is on fire and snaps,_

'Fine, you bloody git. Hope you're fucking happy.' He walks off, almost stomping in anger. He really couldn’t understand Reuben or why this_

annoyed him so much.

stays very still, until he can't hear Samuel leaving. He slowly brings that wrist to his chest, grasping it gently in his other hand as he_

closes his eyes. This is a good thing, he tells himself. Now all he has to do is believe it.