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He leaned forward, eyes wandering away as if he was reaching the end of his own reflection: “Let me prove myself before you decide whether it’s worth it or not to give me a pass for the mistakes I’ve made?” Reaching for the coffee cup again, she tried not to smile too wide: “Okay, I can do that.”

“That’s why you’re pushing back?” Isidora could hear the doubt in her own voice. “I just need people to stop giving me a pass when I do dumb shit, it’s not helping anyone.” Lou’s voice was strained, but there was resolution in it. The willingness to do better. “So please, don’t forgive me just yet.”

“If I decide to forgive you, who are you to question it?” Finally, she stopped speaking. Why did this feel so rotten? A few seconds went past, neither of them breaking the silence. Then, hand rubbing his neck again, Lou said quietly: “I’m going to be a dad soon, I can’t keep doing shit like this.”

“What am I supposed to do? Be angry at you forever?” she asked, throat tight. “Where is all this coming from anyway? You were just as happy as I was to move forward without making a big deal out of it last time!” So what if Lou made spur of the moment decisions? She did too, sometimes…

Isi opened her mouth, but he was quicker. “I’m not joking this time. First I got you bit, now it turns out I was the reason you 𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙙. You can’t hide it under the rug and pretend everything’s fine.” “𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 died…” she argued, even though she knew better. “Come on Isi!"

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

But instead of taking it, Lou paused. “No.” She let out a stunned laugh. “What, there’s 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else?” “No” he repeated, focusing his gaze on her, more serious than she’d ever seen him. “I can’t let you do this again. Last time I fucked up, you made a joke and moved on too.”

Instinctively, she wanted to brush it off. To forget it had happened all together. What did it matter now anyway? Trying to put more distance between them, she jumped up on the counter, moving the cup of coffee as she did. “What else?” she threw the words out, giving him an out.

Instinctively, she wanted to brush it off. To forget it had happened all together. What did it matter now anyway? Trying to put more distance between them, she jumped up on the counter, moving the cup of coffee as she did. “What else?” she threw the words out, giving him an out.

Eyes turning eager, he didn’t hesitate: “To apologise to you. I shouldn’t have messed with the drink that was given to you, good intentions don’t mean anything if I don’t take responsibility when things go wrong.” She hadn’t expected this level of remorse. “Whatever, what’s done is done.”

Of course not, he hadn’t ever been a part of this pack. Rory had though. She’d grown up in it. One of the beds in the shared bedroom still smelled like her… Shaking her head, Isidora put the cup down. Hands on her hips, she tried her best not to frown, failing miserably. “What did you need Lou?”

The cup of coffee was too tempting though. She grabbed it, headed to the kitchen to look for a mug in which to pour it. None. Turning back around, she asked Lou, who’d followed her into the tight space: “You know where I can find a mug in here?” “I’ve never been invited here before, so…”

She heard Wolfgang move from behind her, as if he’d read her mind: “Right, well I’m going to go look for books on that lead of your Isidora, I’ll be back later today!” As he left, she made sure to ignore Lou as she put her shoes on, giving him a clear message. She had other things to do.

“I brought you some coffee. As a… peace offering?” he was hesitant. And Isi felt a tug in her chest. She’d made plenty of mistakes herself in the past. If he’d come to apologise, the least she could do was hear him out. Plus, she could smell the dark brew in the paper cup he’d brought down.

“I brought you some coffee. As a… peace offering?” he was hesitant. And Isi felt a tug in her chest. She’d made plenty of mistakes herself in the past. If he’d come to apologise, the least she could do was hear him out. Plus, she could smell the dark brew in the paper cup he’d brought down.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Isidora blurted out. She could have been more polite. Yet she didn’t find it in herself to care. Lou bit his lip, a hand on his neck, clearly regretting his decision to come see her. Good. He 𝘩𝘢𝘥 almost killed her, after all.