despising in silence

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kylo and you don’t have a lot to say about each other. if that meant absolutely nothing at all.

like, if you were asked to describe the other, nothing would come to mind.

well... maybe you’d say: “he’s alright,” and he’d say: “he’s not my cup of tea.” but besides that, blank.

as if all the glances you take at each other don’t mean anything. as if all the accidental touches don’t mean anything.

as if the way either of your guys’ fists clench when someone gets to close to the other doesn’t matter at all.

yeah. your palms just itch. that’s why they’re clenching.

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