No idea what you're talking about, mom. [The grin fades after a few minutes, though, and he sighs, lacing his fingers together and resting them across his knees.] I just...I don't know. Maybe in a past life I was a firefighter so I can't set fires because it hurts a very part of my actual soul or something.
snow you always know how to break me into pieces
No idea what you're talking about, mom. [The grin fades after a few minutes, though, and he sighs, lacing his fingers together and resting them across his knees.] I just...I don't know. Maybe in a past life I was a firefighter so I can't set fires because it hurts a very part of my actual soul or something.