Maybe not the exact same milkshakes he remembers, but there have to have been more than one set. Milkshakes are great. Sharing one with Aisha is better. He gets to taste it twice, different in their mouths.
He smiles up at her. It's not a smirk. It's something crooked, yeah, but it feels less sharp.
He could tell her I'd let you hit me as much as you want, but he thinks that shades into sounding a little pathetic. I'd take anything you'd give me is worse, with the bonus of sounding sort of sexual, which would make up for it a bit except for how the idea of jokingly suggesting that to her right now - ever - is - he's just not. What lame declaration? just would make him sound like the biggest idiot alive, because he's clearly supposed to know. I can get you a straw is probably besides the point.
He's supposed to say something to her. Something that makes it make sense, what he did, why he did it. He's shitty at showing things through actions, and he's shitty at saying them with his words, and one of the things about her he's always liked is that she usually gets it anyway.
But this was a big one, he's realizing. Or knew, in a way, even if he hasn't thought of it exactly like that before.
She's so fucking mad at him. He wants to curl up in that and live there. He wants to sink into her nerves and feel her hands on him from both sides. He wants to hide his face in her neck like a fucking kid.
"I don't think I was real before I met you," he says, like it's an accident, "I don't think I ever really felt like I was anything before you. I don't know. I can get you a straw."
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Maybe not the exact same milkshakes he remembers, but there have to have been more than one set. Milkshakes are great. Sharing one with Aisha is better. He gets to taste it twice, different in their mouths.
He smiles up at her. It's not a smirk. It's something crooked, yeah, but it feels less sharp.
He could tell her I'd let you hit me as much as you want, but he thinks that shades into sounding a little pathetic. I'd take anything you'd give me is worse, with the bonus of sounding sort of sexual, which would make up for it a bit except for how the idea of jokingly suggesting that to her right now - ever - is - he's just not. What lame declaration? just would make him sound like the biggest idiot alive, because he's clearly supposed to know. I can get you a straw is probably besides the point.
He's supposed to say something to her. Something that makes it make sense, what he did, why he did it. He's shitty at showing things through actions, and he's shitty at saying them with his words, and one of the things about her he's always liked is that she usually gets it anyway.
But this was a big one, he's realizing. Or knew, in a way, even if he hasn't thought of it exactly like that before.
She's so fucking mad at him. He wants to curl up in that and live there. He wants to sink into her nerves and feel her hands on him from both sides. He wants to hide his face in her neck like a fucking kid.
"I don't think I was real before I met you," he says, like it's an accident, "I don't think I ever really felt like I was anything before you. I don't know. I can get you a straw."