[And when she laughs his eyes go right back to the floor again, even as his knuckles go white over the frame. It's funny, it's not, he has no idea how to feel at the moment other than messed up and sloppy even as he tries to refrain from demonstrating it. The couch sinks at his side and he wants it, that bratty laugh and the ability to lean against her without having to worry on it. Just comfortable, and he hates that they aren't.]
Yeah?
[Not that he's not interested. He's very interested. He's also very nervous and while her babble doesn't hurt, it doesn't help, either. This started out with hey and he wants to continue it.]
Thank you.
[Almost inaudible, and he's gripping the bike and staring at their feet and clenching his jaw even as he tries to come up with something more meaningful than thank you.]
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Yeah?
[Not that he's not interested. He's very interested. He's also very nervous and while her babble doesn't hurt, it doesn't help, either. This started out with hey and he wants to continue it.]
Thank you.
[Almost inaudible, and he's gripping the bike and staring at their feet and clenching his jaw even as he tries to come up with something more meaningful than thank you.]