She shoves him, hard, even with her head spinning and her heart thumping like a hummingbird in her chest.
“How dare you. You don’t even know me or anything about my mother. You’ve got some nerve acting like you do— coming over here and thinking you’re better than me. You’re not because you have no clue!”
Towards the end of her spiel her voice cracks and she wished she didn’t because it’ll be ineffective when being taken seriously.
He laughs. Despite all the comebacks he’s stored in his brain within her lifetime, all he can think to do is laugh. Even when he’s staggered back by the force of her hands, nearly slamming into a chair.
Because it’s hilarious to him. She’ll be eternally clueless.
“You don’t know shit,” he bites back after regaining himself, “about me or your mom or even yourself. You’re never going to stop learning. And in the end, it’s not gonna mean anything.”
