Eleanor’s POV
We locked eyes, and I resisted the urge to run over to the bars and reach out for him. Wait, why did I have this urge? How could I care for him like this? Being confused at my feelings was really starting to get on my nerves. If this continued, I needed to go back to therapy. I looked at his face, searching for answers. His eyes held hurt, regret, and even some anger. I couldn’t tell who the anger was for. Probably me. I’d understand.
“Hey,” I said weakly, rolling my eyes internally for the lame greeting.
“Hey,” he answered back coldly.
I flinched at that, but again, I understood why.
“Well, you said you wanted to talk to me about all of this.”
He nodded slowly. “I have a question first, though, if you don’t mind.”
I tilted my head to the side. “Go ahead.”
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