The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

His smile pulled tight, threatened to break. He held on for dear life. They were poking the edges of things he'd barely even managed to struggle through with the guys, and recently, he couldn't do it again. Usually, he avoided these subjects and memories when he could even in his own thoughts. "Some things are better left under the floorboards. If you know what I mean." He crossed his arms protectively over his chest, fingers tight on his arms. He couldn't look at her.