“I—no, but I was going to eat before you called me, I swear.”
“You’ll eat now.”
“I’m not hungry.” She grumbles.
Liar.
She’s not even good at it, she puts no effort when she lies. “That’s too bad, you’re eating still.”
“You know what? This whole yelling thing is new to me.”
“I’m not yelling.” I frown. I haven’t yelled at her once, all I’ve done is say things she doesn't want to hear and maybe that itself upset her.
“You’re not speaking softly either,” she counters. “You’re barking orders at me, and when I hear that, my brain starts shutting off, and you wind up talking to yourself because I do not respond to hostility, I panic, and my head feels like it’ll explode.”
Fuck. She’s right.
Her brain truly does shut off sometimes. She’s been that way since she was a kid. It’s part of the
