[She makes an exasperated noise and steps back, shaking her head and surreptitiously rubbing her hand against her hip - it stings.]
Here in Beacon Hills! Where you shouldn't be! There's no reason for you to be here, this is a town for - for suburban married couples and spoiled upper middle class children, not you!
[Travis takes a moment to glance over his shoulder at the still unpacked boxes behind him, and glances down at his own outfit: crappy souvenir T-shirt, worn-out jeans.]
Y'know, I'm not that broke. I can afford to rent an apartment.
[She is visibly trying to keep herself from slapping him again. It's super, super difficult.]
I mean I don't want you here. I don't know why you moved here, but it wasn't a good enough reason. You need to get out.
[Which isn't entirely true. There's a small, treacherous part of her that would welcome someone who could understand some of what she's going through. But she can't really afford to let that part of her come to light. So he has to go.]
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[She makes an exasperated noise and steps back, shaking her head and surreptitiously rubbing her hand against her hip - it stings.]
Here in Beacon Hills! Where you shouldn't be! There's no reason for you to be here, this is a town for - for suburban married couples and spoiled upper middle class children, not you!
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Y'know, I'm not that broke. I can afford to rent an apartment.
[the point
travis' head]
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[She is visibly trying to keep herself from slapping him again. It's super, super difficult.]
I mean I don't want you here. I don't know why you moved here, but it wasn't a good enough reason. You need to get out.
[Which isn't entirely true. There's a small, treacherous part of her that would welcome someone who could understand some of what she's going through. But she can't really afford to let that part of her come to light. So he has to go.]