He sits. Looking at the two dolls, you had given him when you two were younger. Blessed both with some sort of 'magic'.

Watching them be all lovey dovey with each other, stuck in time, while in reality; you hated him now.

made him just so **jealous**.

he pulled the mini doll of himself away from you, and scolded it harshly. He'd never admit how he missed hearing you speak, or how he missed your smile, although imperfect. He'll never admit how much he just HURT.