( that gets her a familiar scrunch of the nose in distaste, some obvious irritation over the scrutiny and affectionate (?) teasing. who're you callin' cute... )
Well you better start, 'cause I meant what I said.
( there's a worn bench nearby, and he takes a defiant seat, arms folded across his chest. like they're gonna do this here, and now, and then they'll never speak of it again. maybe. at this point it's become more of a challenge for him than a help for her, or at least it is in that noggin of his. )
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Well you better start, 'cause I meant what I said.
( there's a worn bench nearby, and he takes a defiant seat, arms folded across his chest. like they're gonna do this here, and now, and then they'll never speak of it again. maybe. at this point it's become more of a challenge for him than a help for her, or at least it is in that noggin of his. )