[Wiping at his hands, he took that time to try to gather himself, napkin drying his face before he wadded it up in his hands. His cigarette had been doused, wet and ashy on the table, and he picked it up and tossed in the tray while mopping up the rest of the spray. All the while not looking at her, because... what? Is that why she was actually talking with him? Because some messed up version of him that he didn't entirely believe existed had mooned over her?
Never mind the flicker of something from that lost time. He finally met her eyes, a scowl on his face as he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.]
Why the bloody hell would I go and do a thing like that for?
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Never mind the flicker of something from that lost time. He finally met her eyes, a scowl on his face as he blurted out the first thing that came to mind.]
Why the bloody hell would I go and do a thing like that for?