Barto:

[[ ♦ ]] ——— His shoulders simply hunched at that, at a loss as he always was when sparring words with Monet. Wordlessly, he leaned forward to hide his face against her shoulder, letting out a sort of strangled groan.

“Tch, maybe I ain’t then…. some days don’t feel like it, though.” His voice tight as he uttered the words, sounding resigned. In a way, it disgusted him that thoughts like these could still plague him. 

           Her fingers scratched his nape softly before returning to his hair. Her embrace tightened and an almost unnoticeable sigh escaped her lips. That groan made her brows furrow and she unconciously hugged him tighter.

 

— ❝ I know it seems a harder task sometimes.. but what the fuck does it matter what that kind of people thinks, Barto? They are so insignificant I can’t even see them.❞ 

         Monet never cursed, but this time she couldn’t help herself. She would never forgive them for how they treated Barto. Not ever. What they did to him hurt her a thousand times more than what they did to her. They were insignificant now, yes, but should she ever cross paths with one of them again she would give them a painful death.

— ❝ There is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Barto.

                                     Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.❞