“Because I’m me and you’re you.” It sounded simple and hard to complicate but it was the space between those words that contained all the nasty things, the quirks, the good times and all the arguments the twins had before Arke was thrown into darkness. Recoiling every time Iris reached out was what Arke did best and it was the only way she knew how to react without putting herself in a position to be hurt.
Pushing the cream and sugar containers across the counter Arke regarded her sister with a smile that was neither friendly or un. It was painfully blank because this, this situation right here and now was painfully awkward.
“I’m not going to bite your head off.” Pause. “I’m not going to hug you either.”