Sunshine || l.h.
"Look, kid," he sighs, rubbing his bandaged hand over his face, wincing, "if there's one thing I hate, it's small talk. No one cares about the weather or how my grandma is doing, I know that." He sighs and looks down at her, his turquoise eyes swirling with a thousand shades of blue, "So why don't you just cut the loss and go back to your lovely little world where you leave me alone? Just because I can scribble down a few words on paper that sound nice doesn't mean that I'm nice."