[It's a little odd when they part and Veronica isn't smiling and Johnny feels a stab of guilt in his gut. At least the worry doesn't show on his face; he's gotten fairly good at a perpetually annoyed sort of expression. He shifts a little on the floor where they've set up and takes direction from the photographer, changing his pose every minute or two after the flash has gone off, displaying the nails near his face or on a bare shoulder.
He's relieved when the staff start helping her with her hair and nails; hopefully she'll enjoy it and forget the stupid shit he'd said. Dumb, definitely dumb.
The bad part about the shoot was that it was really hard to get out of his own head. He could take the simple direction, hold each pose they requested, but it gave him more time to think than he'd like. Veronica had been nothing but kind since he'd arrived, and excited even about the most mundane of tasks, like today for example. And what had he done? He couldn't say he'd visited her at her job. Hell, he'd hardly even asked about it. He didn't know her favorite color or what kind of music she liked, or...
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He's relieved when the staff start helping her with her hair and nails; hopefully she'll enjoy it and forget the stupid shit he'd said. Dumb, definitely dumb.
The bad part about the shoot was that it was really hard to get out of his own head. He could take the simple direction, hold each pose they requested, but it gave him more time to think than he'd like. Veronica had been nothing but kind since he'd arrived, and excited even about the most mundane of tasks, like today for example. And what had he done? He couldn't say he'd visited her at her job. Hell, he'd hardly even asked about it. He didn't know her favorite color or what kind of music she liked, or...
Ugh, why was he so shitty at this?]