[That pulls him up short. Yeah, he remembers. Damn, it was unpleasant. He turns, a bit slowly, afraid of making himself vulnerable because he knows he pressed her 'punch-bullshit-in-the-face' button earlier. He keeps glancing between her face and her fists. And then he just--]
I love you.
[Oh, god damnit, not what he wanted to say at all, what the hell.]
I'm just very bad at it, apparently. I'm sorry.
[Understatement of the century. He gives her an even look, then turns away again.]
action;
I love you.
[Oh, god damnit, not what he wanted to say at all, what the hell.]
I'm just very bad at it, apparently. I'm sorry.
[Understatement of the century. He gives her an even look, then turns away again.]