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"What happened to your arm? Have things really gotten that bad without me? Can you not fucking cope without me for a few weeks?" He instead questioned, his eyes locked on the injury with an unimpressed (and unsurprised) frown. Deep down, the sight of the injury obviously caused some guilt in him, and he wanted nothing more than to apologise for his actions over the last few weeks. However, he was only willing to do that if he got an apology in return, and he highly doubted that would ever be the case, so instead of maturity, he decided to frown petulantly and stay stood where he was.
"I'm fine-- are you an expert on me and my kind, Maxwell? Maybe this is normal. I'm almost 20. Maybe this is normal for us," he proposed with ease once Georgia left to get something from the kitchen to calm her nerves, which at least enabled him to speak freely without revealing the truth to her. "Maybe we go through this-- I wouldn't know, they didn't really want me sticking around. I don't want to go with you, I... I'm staying here. I'm not... sick again, this is fine."
"I'm fine-- are you an expert on me and my kind, Maxwell? Maybe this is normal. I'm almost 20. Maybe this is normal for us," he proposed with ease once Georgia left to get something from the kitchen to calm her nerves, which at least enabled him to speak freely without revealing the truth to her. "Maybe we go through this-- I wouldn't know, they didn't really want me sticking around. I don't want to go with you, I... I'm staying here. I'm not... sick again, this is fine."