[ He didn't see you approach. One minute you were there across the room and the next you're so close it's a little hard to breathe.

He's looking at those violet eyes of yours, trying to get an idea of what it is you're thinking because he doesn't have a baseline for your behavior anymore and he's beginning to wonder if he ever did.

It's a childish thing to say, but he says it anyway, because he really fucking doesn't know anymore. ] Do you even want me around or not? Because if you do, I can't play these mind games. I hate being treated like a kid. I am tired of people making decisions for me.

[ A breath. A tired one. ] I don't want another Annie. [ He hopes you get what he actually means: I don't want to miss out anymore, just because someone else decided it was better that way. ]