[If Tyler came back, Reid would fling himself into his arms and then drag him back here-home. Alright, yes, maybe to the bedroom for a while with the door closed, but here.
Not talking about Tyler didn't really help, because Reid still thought about him every day.]
Yeah, it's fine, whatever. I get it. [Except his bitter tone couldn't be any more obvious. He got it though; he wasn't going to argue about it or get angry.]
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Not talking about Tyler didn't really help, because Reid still thought about him every day.]
Yeah, it's fine, whatever. I get it. [Except his bitter tone couldn't be any more obvious. He got it though; he wasn't going to argue about it or get angry.]