[Oh, he counts himself lucky, all right, but it has little to do with Spark. Sorry, little guy.
He follows her up the stairs, acutely aware of the other people in the building--they don't cross anyone they know at least, which is a blessing--and feeling a nervous ball of trepidation form in his gut. His own head is whirling with similar thoughts; that he'll flub this, make a fool of himself, and let her down. He does his best to calm himself, even as she leads him into their room, the shoot shutting and closing behind her. Absently, he moves to put down both their gears--turned off, he makes sure of that--and his bag. Then he turns to her.]
For everything. For being an ass.
[He seldom uses oaths, but sometimes you're not 'immature', or 'dense', or 'temperamental'. Sometimes you're just an ass, and judicious word choice helps convey that he's being serious. He peels off his leather gloves, but his eyes keep going back to her.]
I got upset over something stupid, and I reacted badly. I'm sorry.
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Date: 2012-03-01 02:46 am (UTC)He follows her up the stairs, acutely aware of the other people in the building--they don't cross anyone they know at least, which is a blessing--and feeling a nervous ball of trepidation form in his gut. His own head is whirling with similar thoughts; that he'll flub this, make a fool of himself, and let her down. He does his best to calm himself, even as she leads him into their room, the shoot shutting and closing behind her. Absently, he moves to put down both their gears--turned off, he makes sure of that--and his bag. Then he turns to her.]
For everything. For being an ass.
[He seldom uses oaths, but sometimes you're not 'immature', or 'dense', or 'temperamental'. Sometimes you're just an ass, and judicious word choice helps convey that he's being serious. He peels off his leather gloves, but his eyes keep going back to her.]
I got upset over something stupid, and I reacted badly. I'm sorry.