“If you continue to touch that Vampyre in front of me, I’m going to get my feelings deeply hurt,” she states stoically, but I can see the truth of those words in her eyes. “I’m standing between this Vampyre and you, so stow your hurt feelings, since I’m expected to stow mine.” At my look, she clears her throat and takes a deep breath. Finally, I’m getting to talk, and it’s only after I agreed to stow my shit. So now I have nothing to say. Vicious circle I live in with my mother.
