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SweetPeea 
Violet then suddenly felt a little awkward after his reply. She was wondering why he didn't want to her leave. Then it struck her, that they were in the middle of a very serious conversation before Selina had come and interrupt, well inform them, of her big surprise. But then he told her not to be sorry and he also had mentioned that he was a little bit out of it today. That last statement was a little suspicious to her, and her normal instict would have been to question it, but she figured she could bring attention to it later.
After she had asked why he called himself stupid she crossed her arms and listened for a legitimate reason as to why he said it. But of course..he tried to lie about it and Violet listened to him until he had eventually come out with the truth. Violet then said lightly,"Was that all? Look Christopher...it's alright if you're not how you said 'cool' or 'smooth' at talking to people...What matters is that you try.." Violet smiled reassuringly towards him trying to make him feel a little better hoping it was helping...as least a little bit.
As Violet talked to him, staring down absently at the lake, Christopher couldn't help but feel like a failure. He knew she was trying to help, and trying to make him feel better, but somehow, her reassurances only made him feel worse. Like she was looking down on him. She was happy. She had moved on. He was being weak and emotional and a wreck. So far, this year had seriously sucked. He only prayed it could get better.
"Erm... right... Thanks," he said, still unable to meet her eyes. He felt incredibly awkward, leaning with his arms on his knees, fiddling his thumbs on that rock as she stood nearby. Sighing, he sat up straight and ran his fingers through his hair.
"Sooo," he said more loudly than necessary, clearly wanting to move on from the past topic,
"I should probably get going... go check back up on Elyon.... You better get that eye checked out too..." He looked at her for the first time. He was awkward and without an acceptance of his apology. Why had he expected one from her? He hadn't gotten one out of Selina, either.
Before she left, he gave her a awkward, apologetic half-smile. It felt like the best he could do at that point. A few minutes after she was gone, he stood up, and skipped a stone across the lake.
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
It skipped three times.
He stood there in silence as the water became still again, hands stuffed in his pockets, and kicked another rock over as he made his way back to his respective home, feeling lousy and in need of a nap and a nice cup of tea.