[Alex isn't nearly prepared for the shove, so he stumbles backward, letting the wall catch him. The words make him flinch more than the physical violence, of course. Not that he's unused to either; he's just not used to the sharp, angry tone to come from a woman instead of a man. Elle wasn't the type to scream if he pissed her off. His mother was practically a blank slate, except for those sparse days he'd hear her crying through the walls.
He's not sure how to react, either. So he looks down at his own feet and lets her berate him as much as she wanted; he deserved it, even if his side of things isn't particularly changed. Yeah, he's a coward. He'd rather run away and pretend nobody gave a damn about him. Because why would they?
Why would they?
It's all he's ever really known, for a while. People leaving him to himself. Leaving him to his father and mother, not taking a second glance that that Shepherd kid.
He clutches the paper in his hand, crinkling it roughly.]
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He's not sure how to react, either. So he looks down at his own feet and lets her berate him as much as she wanted; he deserved it, even if his side of things isn't particularly changed. Yeah, he's a coward. He'd rather run away and pretend nobody gave a damn about him. Because why would they?
Why would they?
It's all he's ever really known, for a while. People leaving him to himself. Leaving him to his father and mother, not taking a second glance that that Shepherd kid.
He clutches the paper in his hand, crinkling it roughly.]