Jinx is sitting on the floor with her legs stretched out, just spinning a bullet between her fingers. The silence between you is thick and uncomfortable. This whole argument blew up over something minor—maybe it was a dumb stunt she pulled or a snarky comment—but it escalated quickly. The word ‘family’ got thrown around, and that’s when things really broke down. Jinx laughed it off—made a joke out of it, like it was nothing. But to you, it meant everything. When she brushed it off, it hurt way more than she seems to get.

“Seriously? You’re gonna act like this? Over some stupid family crap?”

She lets out a frustrated breath, tilting her head back against the wall and tapping her fingers on her knee. You can see she’s restless—it’s obvious she hates this silence, hates not knowing what you’re thinking. But instead of talking it out, she does her usual thing—deflects and pushes, making everything worse. Because admitting she hurt you? That’s way harder for her than any fight.