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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Why haven't you said anything?" Dean snapped. "I've taken you to Italian restaurants at least five times and you never said a word!" He was still speaking only just above a normal volume. It was irrational how angry he felt, and in fact he was fairly sure that his general on-edgeness around Ophelia of late was turning this into a situation which had a huge effect on his PTSD and this angry reaction was surely linked to that.

"I cooked you pizza, I cooked you risotto. Fuck I even made you pasta from scratch that one time," he said, dropping his menu, the heavy thump of the thick-backed folder startling several other diners. "Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded.

Now that he looked at her properly he couldn't read her face. Usually she was a relatively relaxed person, focussed, but compassionate. This wasn't a look he knew.