[Where they stood with one another. He ddesn't finish the sentence, just smiles up at them, that airy, fake smile.
What else could he do? He felt guilty for even having kissed Tyler.
A shift of the foot reveals the cup on the floor and that fake smile fades. He sighs and shakes his head, picking it up and grabbing a nearby towel to clean up the mess. At least there hadn't been much liquid left in the cup.]
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[Where they stood with one another. He ddesn't finish the sentence, just smiles up at them, that airy, fake smile.
What else could he do? He felt guilty for even having kissed Tyler.
A shift of the foot reveals the cup on the floor and that fake smile fades. He sighs and shakes his head, picking it up and grabbing a nearby towel to clean up the mess. At least there hadn't been much liquid left in the cup.]