[He laughs. But he's not going to deny, either, the way he is about girls—or used to be, anyway. It's getting hard to tell at this point if he still is; a five month dry spell for him is a hell of a lot. Blame all those "other things" that keep getting in the way, yeah. (Or maybe he's lost his touch; he worries about that a lot. But he's got to admit the insanity of this whole situation is a very likely suspect there.)]
And it's still totally true no matter what! I don't need to tell you you're gorgeous, right? Actually, pretty sure I already did . . . and just then too. Oops?
[So nevermind! But hey, it's true, and it's not like he actually feels bad about making that known. There's absolutely no shame or apology in the way he grins over at her.]
Anyway, back home—
[And this is another one of those times where he starts talking without thinking. His plan was to mention what season it was back home . . . but then he realizes he doesn't know. He cuts off, debating on how to backtrack that.
But maybe it's all right not to, even if it's awkward, and raises some questions.]
—actually, I dunno what time of year it was, when . . . stuff happened. When I was last home before coming here. But that's not important! All I was gonna say about it is that it's definitely weird! It makes stuff like birthdays pretty complicated, right? But I'd take summer all year 'round if it was up to me.
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[He laughs. But he's not going to deny, either, the way he is about girls—or used to be, anyway. It's getting hard to tell at this point if he still is; a five month dry spell for him is a hell of a lot. Blame all those "other things" that keep getting in the way, yeah. (Or maybe he's lost his touch; he worries about that a lot. But he's got to admit the insanity of this whole situation is a very likely suspect there.)]
And it's still totally true no matter what! I don't need to tell you you're gorgeous, right? Actually, pretty sure I already did . . . and just then too. Oops?
[So nevermind! But hey, it's true, and it's not like he actually feels bad about making that known. There's absolutely no shame or apology in the way he grins over at her.]
Anyway, back home—
[And this is another one of those times where he starts talking without thinking. His plan was to mention what season it was back home . . . but then he realizes he doesn't know. He cuts off, debating on how to backtrack that.
But maybe it's all right not to, even if it's awkward, and raises some questions.]
—actually, I dunno what time of year it was, when . . . stuff happened. When I was last home before coming here. But that's not important! All I was gonna say about it is that it's definitely weird! It makes stuff like birthdays pretty complicated, right? But I'd take summer all year 'round if it was up to me.