[When she guides his arm, he's quick to catch on, squeezing her opposite shoulder. His other hand rises around her front to rest on his wrist. Glowing eyes, bloody hands, jealousy, he tries to encase them all and remind himself of the girl who owns them.]
She's not going to change my mind, no matter what she says.
[What did she say, seems to be the question of the hour.]
call;
She's not going to change my mind, no matter what she says.
[What did she say, seems to be the question of the hour.]
So we can avoid burning things until later.