The stick drifted down to the ground, the fight forgotten. Hadley just didn't have the spirit in him after realizing how badly he had screwed up. What he was to do, how he could help Isa. The hybrid just didn't know. He was terrified that she would hurt herself like Selene had, come home with cuts running up her arms. He didn't realize that Aro was approaching, forgetting about the male's presence until his arm draped around him. Flinching slightly Hadley looked up, startled. What was that?
He attempted a smile at the words, but it didn't work. Hadley wasn't angry, he was worried and sad. Shaking his head Hadley flinched as the stick poked at him. Half heartedly he growled, pushing it away from him. No. It's okay. There was no need to drag others into the mess. Instead he looked up at the bright blue eyes that bore into him. Nodding his head Hadley managed a real smile this time, lifting his stick up a little. Will get better.
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