Her face clears and she smiles a little as she looks down. Wasn't looking for fireworks, but still. She fiddles with her skirt, talking about that morning. My eyes go wide at never would, though. "Didn't mean to imply that, sweetheart, but I'm sorry." Really don't want to think about that morning.
"Do you? I mean, if you don't because I made you feel that way--" Take a deep breath. Does she know what I'm asking? Hell, do I know what I'm asking? "I guess if you don't, I'll stop bothering you."
Put my hands in my pockets, sort-of looking at her like she's sort-of looking at me. "Want a drink?" Stronger than coffee, I mean.
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Date: 2011-10-12 04:46 am (UTC)"Do you? I mean, if you don't because I made you feel that way--" Take a deep breath. Does she know what I'm asking? Hell, do I know what I'm asking? "I guess if you don't, I'll stop bothering you."
Put my hands in my pockets, sort-of looking at her like she's sort-of looking at me. "Want a drink?" Stronger than coffee, I mean.