Yeah, but people say that — [ without really meaning it. and it's complicated and she's testing the waters with this whole trusting him thing. thus far they're warm, but she's waiting for some sort of shark to appear, because no one is this perfect. ]
I mean — I want you to stay.
[ which she illustrates by peeling out of his arms — maybe not the best illustration, but — to go get some pj's for herself and a sleep shirt for him. ]
[Raleigh thinks she doesn't even have to try that hard to be so confusing and contrary, that it's just a natural gift. He takes the shirt from her, but doesn't move to strip off his clothes just yet.]
Who's this belong to then?
[He's not really any better than she is, at the end of the day, at relationships.]
My — [ ex's who is still her best friend who she sometimes still has a thing for, but that's mostly when she's pmsing and hormonal, or when she's drunk and stressed out. is that an acceptable thing to say? no. probably not. so quickly: ] — best friend's. Or my dad's, it just showed up in my laundry.
You want me to wear a shirt that might be your dad's?
[He's too nice and stupid to read into that much. After all, his clothes get mixed up with Yancy's all the time and that's normal. So a friend's shirt is not that weird but her dad's would be yes.]
[There's nothing wrong with her dad. There is everything wrong with wearing a shirt that will remind her of her dad when he wants to make out with her a little because he's wearing something her dad owns.
It'd bug him just as much, probably, to wear something of her ex's but he doesn't know about that.]
those are hella nice abs. and she's staring while he strips. but decidedly can't go on and on about not sleeping together yet and then ogle him. or undress in the same room as him. propriety.
so chuck grabs her own pjs, and gestures over her shoulder at the hallway. ]
I'm gonna — [ she doesn't even pretend to mumble something by way of exclamation, just backs out and retreats to the bathroom. ]
[She can do that. While she's gone, Raleigh strips down to his boxers, tossing his pants and shirt onto the same generic pile off the side of the bed. It's definitely a little awkward, sitting there and waiting for her to come back in just his boxers, knowing that there's no sex tonight (which is still fine) but he's still not going to put on her dad's shirt. That's just weird.]
[ she flosses her teeth and washes her face just for extra time to compose herself — as if the cold water could water and cheap face soap that stung her eyes would calm her — but it still only takes about seven minutes. and then she's creeping back down her hallway, edging around the corner and...
it's ridiculously hard to cross the threshold into her room, especially when looking into her room, she sees him shirtless on her bed and it hits her that she'd quite like to see him shirtless on her bed tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next.
someone's saying: ] I really like you, Raleigh. [ and since it's probably not raleigh, it's probably her. but she doesn't remember giving her mouth permission to move, and bites her lip as if she could bite back the words. ]
[If Raleigh looks up at her startled it's only because he didn't expect that from her. At least nothing that sweet and soft and shy and he's gesturing at her to come closer. Come let him wrap his arms around her and hold her close.]
[ chuck isn't usually an advocate for being honest with your feelings and stuff, but right now it's half word vomit and half panic, and she's staying by the door jam and twiddling with her hands. ]
I don't — [ her words aren't coming out the way she wanted; not as smoothly, not as understandably or reasonably. and she's frustrated about it. ]
[He gives her a mildly frustrated look and gestures at her again. Come here, woman.]
I hadn't noticed.
[That's sarcasm and maybe that's a little mean but really, Chuck. There's nothing to be afraid of with him right now. He likes her too. It's not the end of the world.]
I can leave. If that would be easier for you. I don't mind.
[ woah there, woah there — don't you come here woman her. ]
No! [ chuck objects loudly, louder than she had meant to, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard and now she's about five times more embarrassed and scrubs a hand over her face. ] Can't we just make out again?
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I mean — I want you to stay.
[ which she illustrates by peeling out of his arms — maybe not the best illustration, but — to go get some pj's for herself and a sleep shirt for him. ]
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Who's this belong to then?
[He's not really any better than she is, at the end of the day, at relationships.]
aaaaand boom mako is a boy
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[He's too nice and stupid to read into that much. After all, his clothes get mixed up with Yancy's all the time and that's normal. So a friend's shirt is not that weird but her dad's would be yes.]
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Of you could not wear a shirt. I don't actually care.
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It'd bug him just as much, probably, to wear something of her ex's but he doesn't know about that.]
I'll skip it then.
[Look. Abs.]
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those are hella nice abs. and she's staring while he strips. but decidedly can't go on and on about not sleeping together yet and then ogle him. or undress in the same room as him. propriety.
so chuck grabs her own pjs, and gestures over her shoulder at the hallway. ]
I'm gonna — [ she doesn't even pretend to mumble something by way of exclamation, just backs out and retreats to the bathroom. ]
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it's ridiculously hard to cross the threshold into her room, especially when looking into her room, she sees him shirtless on her bed and it hits her that she'd quite like to see him shirtless on her bed tomorrow night, and the next night, and the next.
someone's saying: ] I really like you, Raleigh. [ and since it's probably not raleigh, it's probably her. but she doesn't remember giving her mouth permission to move, and bites her lip as if she could bite back the words. ]
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That's good. I like you a lot too.
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I don't — [ her words aren't coming out the way she wanted; not as smoothly, not as understandably or reasonably. and she's frustrated about it. ]
I don't — do this very well.
[ feelings. dating. ]
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I hadn't noticed.
[That's sarcasm and maybe that's a little mean but really, Chuck. There's nothing to be afraid of with him right now. He likes her too. It's not the end of the world.]
I can leave. If that would be easier for you. I don't mind.
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No! [ chuck objects loudly, louder than she had meant to, loud enough that the neighbors might have heard and now she's about five times more embarrassed and scrubs a hand over her face. ] Can't we just make out again?
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