You two got along.

Most of them time; but today did not prove to be “most of the time”, because you’d had a fight. A particularly bad one, too, and it had been over what? Someone you loved. Of course, you’d walked away with a scowling expression, her only reaction being exhaustion. But she supposed that you needed an apology eventually, yet, that hadn’t gone down so smoothly either, and now you two were fighting face to face, again. And somehow, it had gotten to the fact that you were a lot like her when she was young; which you couldn’t really deny.

“You’re a lot more like me than you’d like to admit, you know.” She snapped. “That’s what gets you in trouble.”