He only raised an eyebrow at the way she told him he was lying. She could believe what she wanted. And yeah - okay - maybe he was lying, but he doubted she'd ever understand why, so whatever.
"Well, sorry if I'm even more of a disappointment than you imagined," Lorcan said at last, bitter, as though that was the reason neither of them were happy. It was, though, a snide voice in his head told him, because Maggie wouldn't have had any problems if she had found someone gentle and kind and selfless and understanding who knew how to do a nice thing for someone without utterly fucking it up like he had this.
A lesson in not to do selfless things for the future, then.
(Maybe his motives hadn't been as selfless as he pretended. Maybe that was the problem, and he'd forgotten he was supposed to be making Maggie happy and not just selfishly inserting himself in her life like he could be her saviour or her partner or even just the convenient means to an end she'd envisioned.)
"Lucky he's coming, then," he added, having meant to forgo any feeling in his voice, but still feeling a stab of irritation that she'd just turned away without giving him a real answer, "you'll have someone you actually like around. It'll be like you never left home."
He glanced down at the Lonely Hearts letters still bunched up in his hand, half-ready to light them on fire and extinguish the evidence, but just stuffing them into his pocket instead, if only because it took less effort. (And because he could do what he liked, and Maggie couldn't stop him. And also because he was setting up Maeve with a stupid soulmate as revenge, if it was the last thing he did.)
"I'm going out." Lorcan announced curtly after that, figuring that was the easiest way to put an end to this argument: give her space, and find himself an escape, however brief.
"Well, sorry if I'm even more of a disappointment than you imagined," Lorcan said at last, bitter, as though that was the reason neither of them were happy. It was, though, a snide voice in his head told him, because Maggie wouldn't have had any problems if she had found someone gentle and kind and selfless and understanding who knew how to do a nice thing for someone without utterly fucking it up like he had this.
A lesson in not to do selfless things for the future, then.
(Maybe his motives hadn't been as selfless as he pretended. Maybe that was the problem, and he'd forgotten he was supposed to be making Maggie happy and not just selfishly inserting himself in her life like he could be her saviour or her partner or even just the convenient means to an end she'd envisioned.)
"Lucky he's coming, then," he added, having meant to forgo any feeling in his voice, but still feeling a stab of irritation that she'd just turned away without giving him a real answer, "you'll have someone you actually like around. It'll be like you never left home."
He glanced down at the Lonely Hearts letters still bunched up in his hand, half-ready to light them on fire and extinguish the evidence, but just stuffing them into his pocket instead, if only because it took less effort. (And because he could do what he liked, and Maggie couldn't stop him. And also because he was setting up Maeve with a stupid soulmate as revenge, if it was the last thing he did.)
"I'm going out." Lorcan announced curtly after that, figuring that was the easiest way to put an end to this argument: give her space, and find himself an escape, however brief.
