Tell me, what makes you so special.

[absit_omens used by request of her mun. First section set after THIS but before THIS. The second section is after the latter.]

“In life we don’t get what we want, we get in life what we are. If we want more we have to be able to be more, in order to be more you have to face rejection.”

He had never been so happy that Bela was a creature of habit.

While generally her habits tended to make his life harder before they made it easier, this time she really was making his life easier, and that wasn’t such a bad thing. He could kill two birds with one stone, and while the first part of this he hated, he did, he knew that it needed to be done, and that she would be better off. He’d already lost Sam. He didn’t know what he’d do if she wound up getting hurt, and she wasn’t going to want to see this side of him anyway. More importantly, he didn’t want her seeing it.

When they pulled up in front of her mom’s building in the city, he could see the confusion on her face as she glanced back at him. She wanted to know what she was doing home, and he didn’t know what to tell her at first—to be honest, if he didn’t know if he could tell her the real reason why. Instead, he just shrugged it off, before giving her the easiest smile he could manage.

“Got something I need to take care of. Figured you might want to visit with your mom for a while—I know you don’t see her much.”

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