Owen sighed. “Well, I mean … Ryan … there’s not a whole lot she can do to help you get over that, you know? Maybe she does understand but she ….. doesn’t know how to deal with it herself, or process it or … I mean, if you feel like you’re over… but,” he shrugged.
He looked up for a moment, words forming in his head, and then he sighed and looked away. “I’m going back to bed,” he said, getting up from his chair.
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rymarshall liked this rymarshall reblogged this from seesawscott and added: He didn’t move for the other door until well after she’d gone into her own room. He knew he’d had to say something to...
docmarsh reblogged this from rymarshall and added: Owen shrugged at him and sighed. He didn’t know what to say or even what to tell Ryan.
