He really couldn't help it. He had to stare. Her hair.. and the things that came out of her mouth.. well, Del was just weird. There wasn't any other way to put it. She was strange, she didn't have to open her mouth for someone to realize that.. but she was speeding up the process by talking so much. He watched her as she drew.. something.. on the table, then looked back up to her eyes.
"Those are definitely not real lines. Unless, you know, you count what's in your head.. but that's just stupid. Can't you speak normally? You're fucking with all of us dim-wits on the other side of the table."
Satisfied that he had insulted her enough (even though he really hadn't, he just like to think he had), Church glanced back over at Tex.. just as she was moving her hand down and giving him that squeeze. He shifted his entire body in the booth, straightening up and clearing his throat just some. Enough of a reaction for Del to wonder what had just happened. But then Tex was opening her mouth... and while Church loved to listen to her talk (Church loved to listen to her talk, yell, bitch, whine, complain.. he also loved to watch her walk, run, stand still.. sleep..) he didn't always love the things that came out of her mouth.. though that was also usually the case.
He was madly in love with her for a reason.
"She likes to think I love her." Even though he said it with a smile, it was things he said like that that were the cause of her being unsure about how he felt. He had the same problem, with her.. he never knew, not for sure, because neither of them would say it. He watched her another moment before looking back across at Del. "She means that I love to hate her."