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[He does get her to smile a little, if only for a second, even though her anxiety is clear through the empathy bond.]
Deal.
[Deep breath. Okay.]
So, um...
[She's slowing down in an obvious way now, her tone much more hesitant.]
So we knew where he was, right? And my brother said to just leave it to him, that he'd handle it. But I just... couldn't, you know? And Sam told me to leave it too, but I didn't listen. And it went... It went really badly.
[Which is why he'd be totally justified in calling her an idiot, and there's already regret leaking through the empathy bond.]
Deal.
[Deep breath. Okay.]
So, um...
[She's slowing down in an obvious way now, her tone much more hesitant.]
So we knew where he was, right? And my brother said to just leave it to him, that he'd handle it. But I just... couldn't, you know? And Sam told me to leave it too, but I didn't listen. And it went... It went really badly.
[Which is why he'd be totally justified in calling her an idiot, and there's already regret leaking through the empathy bond.]
gimme til around 7, gotta finish some stuff
sure. your place, 7 pm.
is your roommate gonna be around?
[ tell him to clear out pls ]
is your roommate gonna be around?
[ tell him to clear out pls ]
[ which, you know. cool. but he just says ]
see you then
[ and shows up 15 minutes late, but hey, that's fashionable. even wears a v-neck t-shirt instead of one of his hideous hawaiian shirts, and he has a bottle of whiskey under one arm. you know, housewarming gift or something. ]
see you then
[ and shows up 15 minutes late, but hey, that's fashionable. even wears a v-neck t-shirt instead of one of his hideous hawaiian shirts, and he has a bottle of whiskey under one arm. you know, housewarming gift or something. ]
[ look, kyna, only losers show up on the dot. he holds out the bottle to her. ]
Since we ain't going to the bar, I figured I'd bring the bar to you.
[ like bringing flowers without the pressure, right? ]
Since we ain't going to the bar, I figured I'd bring the bar to you.
[ like bringing flowers without the pressure, right? ]
Any time--
[ He's figuring she's reaching for the bottle, but nope, that's definitely his arm. Which, you know, no complaints here, aside from the fact that her skin's inevitably touching his. Glowing chest, a sense of anticipation and slight case of nerves underpinning it, and the inevitable attraction that's always there when Kyna's around--the whole shebang. One of these days, he'll think about wearing sleeves, but maybe not at the height of summer. ]
[ He's figuring she's reaching for the bottle, but nope, that's definitely his arm. Which, you know, no complaints here, aside from the fact that her skin's inevitably touching his. Glowing chest, a sense of anticipation and slight case of nerves underpinning it, and the inevitable attraction that's always there when Kyna's around--the whole shebang. One of these days, he'll think about wearing sleeves, but maybe not at the height of summer. ]
Since when am I nervous?
[ He lies without hesitation, his smile as crookedly unworried as ever. It's worth a try, right? ]
You, maybe.
[ He lies without hesitation, his smile as crookedly unworried as ever. It's worth a try, right? ]
You, maybe.
[ Fair--he's earned a shove. Sam wanders over to the couch, stretching out his legs in front of him. ]
All right, all right, no rubbing it in. So. Whaddaya wanna talk about?
All right, all right, no rubbing it in. So. Whaddaya wanna talk about?
Huh? Sure.
[ Well, hell. It's not hesitation, exactly, but he's a nanosecond too slow to answer. But maybe it'll read like he just isn't expecting her to go in that direction. ]
Everyone has. [ Right? He really wants that to be right. And he gives her a smile, one arm resting on the back of the couch like it's an extra armrest. ] You wanna talk about fucking things up?
[ Well, hell. It's not hesitation, exactly, but he's a nanosecond too slow to answer. But maybe it'll read like he just isn't expecting her to go in that direction. ]
Everyone has. [ Right? He really wants that to be right. And he gives her a smile, one arm resting on the back of the couch like it's an extra armrest. ] You wanna talk about fucking things up?
[Kyna doesn't seem to notice the hesitation, at least, and his assurance does make her feel better.]
No. Yes. I don't know.
[She distracts herself by pouring some of the whiskey into a glass, but doesn't drink it. It's clear stalling.]
I guess... Being back here kind of feels like cheating, you know? But being back home and not remembering anything about here is fucking shitty, too.
No. Yes. I don't know.
[She distracts herself by pouring some of the whiskey into a glass, but doesn't drink it. It's clear stalling.]
I guess... Being back here kind of feels like cheating, you know? But being back home and not remembering anything about here is fucking shitty, too.
[ Her anxiety slips into him, and he sends back reassurance and collected calm like waves on the beach. Gently, low tide. ]
You went to confront him. Alone?
[ That last part's a guess, because if she were gonna go with anybody it would've probably been her brother. ]
You went to confront him. Alone?
[ That last part's a guess, because if she were gonna go with anybody it would've probably been her brother. ]
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