He did this thing, this thing that was infuriating and magic all at the same time. He cared. Enough for the both of them. Because god knows she couldn’t. Or a better word is wouldn’t. She wouldn’t care. She hadn’t for along time, and she became comfortable. Being alone had become comfortable. And there were so many excuses that made it easy to stay comfortable. So many excuses that worked on paper, but in the end, were just that…excuses. He cared. He was the one she liked the most…but she was a creature of comfort.
