You figured something out. Not everything. Let's not get ambitious. But a few things. Which tone of voice makes me stop for half a second. Which comments I'll pretend didn't affect me. Which ones make me look away because apparently my face has decided it no longer works for me. And you've been experimenting. Little tests. You'll say something... then wait. Just to see if it worked. Which is incredibly irritating. Especially when it does. But lately I've started wondering something. If I know exactly what you're doing... why do I keep giving you the reaction? Maybe you haven't just figured out how to get one out of me. Maybe... I like giving you one. Fuck. I liked this explanation better when it was your fault. — Thalia Lux