[The comment on his uncertainty might make him frown on any other day; today, though, he simply shakes his head. He wants this. Wants her, if she'll let him.]
No, I do--it's just that I owe you an apology first. We can talk upstairs.
[His eyes slide to the pot of chocolate, then to the door, then back to her, with sheepishness lightening his gaze.]
But maybe we can clean up first.
[Leaving all their stuff here...besides being stupidly incriminating, it'd be downright rude.]
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Date: 2012-02-22 01:13 pm (UTC)No, I do--it's just that I owe you an apology first. We can talk upstairs.
[His eyes slide to the pot of chocolate, then to the door, then back to her, with sheepishness lightening his gaze.]
But maybe we can clean up first.
[Leaving all their stuff here...besides being stupidly incriminating, it'd be downright rude.]