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philip darcy (arkhospheleteon) wrote in paxletalelogs,

Re: Room 703 to Stairwell [Lia]
Philip had never been a hostile or aggressive personage, and yet, when the surprise at last managed to vanish from his expression, it was replaced not with a smile but an almost accusatory look. His arms were folded across his chest, his eyebrows knitted together with a distinctive crease between them, and his mouth twisted in a petulant frown. He had taken no notice of her sling, having not yet moved past the fact that this was Lia, a friend from his childhood, and he could not fully take her in as she stood there before him. Even if he had, while Lia might have made strides toward more mature behaviour upon their reunion, the passing years had nevertheless failed to endow Philip with a similar grasp of adulthood. He clung to a rather childish reaction of new found resentment, the emotion as potent as it was only because he'd not given Lia much thought since the last time he'd seen her, and it therefore rendered all previously unconsidered conclusions fresh and unaddressed by more reasonable justifications.

"You... You..." He shook a finger in her direction. "You never visited again after you and Nathan broke up!" His proclamation came with a look of wounded puppy, whatever boyishness remaining in his looks only exaggerated by his sudden, sulky demeanor. "I know things didn't work out between you two, but I thought we were friends." Philip scuffed a foot against the floor, and conveniently ignored his own lack of effort made in reconciling the change that had left them socializing in entirely different circles. After all, if he were to reflect upon the event accurately, he surely could have called her on the phone or stopped by her home, but when she had slipped out of his life like so many others, the sting of such losses passed as quickly as it came. None of this, however, held much relevance to him now.

"Didn't you miss me at all?" He glanced over at her from beneath the disheveled curls of his bangs.