It was Cameron's turn to flinch as she pulled away from him as if his touch physically burned her. He'd known Alice long enough to see her get upset—and at times even angry—but rarely was it directed at him. He was Cameron, her stupid but well-meaning friend. That was the role he'd played for the past four years, and this year it had been entirely upended. Now he was apparently the source of so much drama, a source of so much anger and distrust. He shook his head and let out a shallow, confused breath, grappling for any sort of response.
"What—No," he breathed, his brows furrowing in confusion. She was high on emotion, and he'd came prepared to argue with facts. "You know you're one of my best friends. I know you'd never say anything with the intention to hurt us." But he could see how she might want to share with Calla or Ned or anyone else in their friend group who was out of the loop. He'd want to, too, if he was in her position. Couldn't she see that he hadn't meant it the way she'd taken it? "It's just... Sisse reacted so poorly. I thought you'd understand...."
"What—No," he breathed, his brows furrowing in confusion. She was high on emotion, and he'd came prepared to argue with facts. "You know you're one of my best friends. I know you'd never say anything with the intention to hurt us." But he could see how she might want to share with Calla or Ned or anyone else in their friend group who was out of the loop. He'd want to, too, if he was in her position. Couldn't she see that he hadn't meant it the way she'd taken it? "It's just... Sisse reacted so poorly. I thought you'd understand...."
