She arches a brow and leans in. “Yes.” Babs doesn’t even hesitate to answer him. “My turn.” she provokes, taking a step closer to him. “Do you ever, or have you ever, given a flying fuck about me?”

_{Ky could have given an answer out-right, but instead, he decided to take things a bit easier. If not for himself… for her personally. Deep down, he cared for her – he was actually decent around her, but could he truly say he did? Not really. The moment he admitted it to anyone – even himself – was the moment that he actually had to face those feelings. It was something that Ky never wanted to do – not now. Not ever.
              “You don’t want that answer,” he said, glancing to the ground. “It’s safer that way.”}