[ She bumps, he glances. He's never had a problem with physical affection. That part's easy. He's a hugger, he's tactile — of course he is, he works with his hands, it's like an ingrained personality trait now.
However.
That question. ]
No idea what you're talking about.
[ He declares dismissively. New phone, who this.
He plunks a glass down on her counter, then tugs open her fridge to scope out the options. Is that faux pas? Sorry, man, he makes himself at home wherever he plants his feet.
no subject
However.
That question. ]
No idea what you're talking about.
[ He declares dismissively. New phone, who this.
He plunks a glass down on her counter, then tugs open her fridge to scope out the options. Is that faux pas? Sorry, man, he makes himself at home wherever he plants his feet.
A beat, and a convenient change of subject. ]
Is that fucking SunnyD?
[ Not all orange things are SunnyD, Ian. ]