Melanie mused on her words and instantly came to an understanding. “Um, he’s upstairs. Still recuperating, I’m afraid, so he’s technically a homebody these days. Come, I’ll show you the way.”
She brought Arianne to Alejandro’s room upstairs to see him. Immediately, Arianne put on her most guilt-ridden exterior and muttered, “Hi, Alejandro. You’re not critically wounded, are you? I’m really, really, reeeeally sorry about what happened.”
From his chair, Alejandro briefly considered her before looking back down at his phone. “Please stop. You’re weirding me out. Look at your expression and tone, it’s like one of those solemn Japanese pleas for forgiveness,” he replied. “You weren’t the one who stabbed me, anyway, so if I’m demanding apologies, pretty sure I want to hear them from Mark or his sweet, beloved aunt. The hell’s that got to do with you?”
Arianne laughed awkwardly. “As you already know... that isn’t going to happen anytime soon. Look at me. I’m the only one who ended up here... alone. Mark is so frickin’ thin-skinned, he can’t bear to apologize even if he knows he’s in the wrong, you know what he’s like! Though, to be fair, his aunt didn’t exactly ask him about the pros and cons of stabbing you before she did it—”
“As if his aunt would have done anything if it wasn’t ‘for Mark’s sake.’” Alejandro considered Arianne after turning his phone to sleep, unfazed. “Bah, whatever. I don’t plan to do anything about it anyway. It’s a small, skin-deep wound already on its way to healing. And also, you being a try hard at apologizing is just creeping me out on so many levels. You suck at it. Sincerely, stop.”
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