Re: Roof, near a skylight
Zee couldn't help the start of a slow smile again, moods changing but subtle in their shifting. "Only a smidgeon?" He parroted, shaking his head, smile edging toward smirk. "You barely look a day past legal now, and that was years ago." There was a warmth to it that wasn't necessarily invited, dangerously close to entering the territory of the sort of flirting he almost always did, with everyone from pretty waitresses to the burly bikers that sat in his chair for ink.
His thoughts shifted back to Hunter with a slow blink and a thirsty glance at the glass of champagne that Jules was sipping. His low sigh was a sound of worry and frustration (at himself more than anyone else). "Never played at bandaids before, pretty. Don't know how, don't wanna know how." The second part may have been a lie, but he covered it with another shake of his head. When things got that complicated, he found a new direction to point his beat-up car. He'd never had to deal with someone hiding how they actually felt, and had never even thought of trying to until Las Vegas threw his past back in his face. "Don't know how he's still all twisted up after so long. Thought we sorted it all out before splitting."