A part of Luna wanted to exit this conversation right now. That part wanted to slap him across the face and tell him to fuck off, to go back to his happy little life with his happy little friends and talk shit about her some more.
But now that Will was actually here, in the same room as her, his fingers brushing against her hand, she found that some of that fire just wasnβt there anymore. With him so close she didnβt want to be angry. Angry was tiring and felt so useless, and didnβt she have enough things in her life she felt angry and useless about at the moment?
βWill,β she began, her voice low. But she found she didnβt really know where sheβd been going to go after that. She took a drink and shook her head. βIβve thought about you a lot as well. Sometimes, admittedly, it wasnβt such nice thoughts. Butβ¦ Iβve thought about you a lot. Thought aboutβ¦ us. Whatever it was.β