“You’re the one who talked her into agreeing. I don’t even know if she actually fucking agreed, or if we just agreed for her—now that I think about it,” Vance gripes, as he huffs and runs a hand through his hair. I pause, running the scene back through my mind, and let my head fall back as my lips tense. “She didn’t ever agree,” I say on a long groan. “Why is it impossible for us to stop fucking up the first good thing to happen to us in bloody ages?” I ask very seriously.
At least we’re finally getting aware
