“You say it like I committed some huge crime,” he rubs his forehead. “I just felt wronged and went off the rails a little.”
A little.
Right.
At this point, I already know this conversation probably isn’t going anywhere productive because Eliot has always been emotional in a way I never completely understood.
It’s part of why people gravitate toward him so easily. He opens up fast, adapts fast, feels things loudly. People trust him because he makes it easy to.
But underneath all that, he’s also always had this underlying belief that everybody eventually screws him over somehow. The second something feels personal, he starts acting like betrayal is already guaranteed before the conversation even finishes.
“What I still don’t get,” I say slowly, “is why you’re going this hard over Layla
