Popular with a different crowd then, not unlike here. Except you aren’t being chased down by anyone. Which has to be liberating in its own right.
[ His answer is quick and to the point. ] Not in the context you might be accustomed to, but I remember falling asleep on your couch. It wasn’t terrible, you stayed with me for most of the night — I remember feeling your hand on my leg.
[ He exhales in an overly exaggerated manner, giving the phone a are you serious look. ] You don’t care what I am, I don’t care what you are or what you’ve done. If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t ask, but just say you don’t want to talk about it. You know I won’t push.
[ He probably wouldn’t have noticed him being distracted even without the liquid courage in his belly right now. He finds himself chewing on his lip, eyes meeting the floor. He never looks down, always being so sure of himself when eyes are upon him. ]
I’m asking you if it’s strange that I want to be alone with you outside of the bar. I can’t figure it out myself but something feels different. .. Fuck, just ignore that, I’m getting lost in my head again. [ And he can feel his anxiety building, it can’t catch up to him if he runs away from it first. ] Sure, we could do that. If you can keep the theft to a minimum, though..
[ Unfortunately, he takes the pause to mean he overstepped his boundaries, so he hesitates for a moment. How can he backpedal out of this foolishness? Oh, he should have just kept his damn mouth shut. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I will. I won’t keep you any longer, you have to get back to work, right?
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[ His answer is quick and to the point. ] Not in the context you might be accustomed to, but I remember falling asleep on your couch. It wasn’t terrible, you stayed with me for most of the night — I remember feeling your hand on my leg.
[ He exhales in an overly exaggerated manner, giving the phone a are you serious look. ] You don’t care what I am, I don’t care what you are or what you’ve done. If I didn’t want to know I wouldn’t ask, but just say you don’t want to talk about it. You know I won’t push.
[ He probably wouldn’t have noticed him being distracted even without the liquid courage in his belly right now. He finds himself chewing on his lip, eyes meeting the floor. He never looks down, always being so sure of himself when eyes are upon him. ]
I’m asking you if it’s strange that I want to be alone with you outside of the bar. I can’t figure it out myself but something feels different. .. Fuck, just ignore that, I’m getting lost in my head again. [ And he can feel his anxiety building, it can’t catch up to him if he runs away from it first. ] Sure, we could do that. If you can keep the theft to a minimum, though..
[ Unfortunately, he takes the pause to mean he overstepped his boundaries, so he hesitates for a moment. How can he backpedal out of this foolishness? Oh, he should have just kept his damn mouth shut. ]
Yeah. Yeah, I will. I won’t keep you any longer, you have to get back to work, right?