“You’re worth more than this.” He states quietly, indicating to make a turn, and checks his mirrors. All emotion reeled back in beneath that deadpan demeanor once more, like a well-oiled machine, sliding it back down, despite the moment of weakness in his cool armor. I hate that he has become this way with me. The Arry I knew and loved never needed to keep himself under that perfect check. He would yell if he needed to, smile way more than I have seen him do in a while, and frown at me ...