Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter... least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend... second best, always, eternally overshadowed.
Selene stared at the ginger for a moment before taking two containers out of her messenger bag, offering them to him. “Of course I’m offerin’ mate. Not some sort of food tease, that’s just cruel.”
“Bloodycruel.” When the containers were brought out, he was quick to snatch one and even quicker to find a seat on the floor; the small container was placed in between his legs as though he was to protect the food from predators with his life. A baked good was placed in his mouth as his hand reached in for another – a glance upwards at the girl and then a glance to the spot beside him before he spoke with his mouth full. “..– ‘ya 'gonna sit?”