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waynecymraeg (waynecymraeg) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"Yeah," Wayne sighed, deflating. "I shoulda been more clear that I'm not-- this isn't-- it was just-- I'm really not looking for anything-- Shit." Wayne ran his hands through his hair and pulled it, trying to get his feet on the ground somehow.

Well, he could at least try to make it as uncomfortable for the others as it was for him, right now. Underhanded, maybe, but he wasn't thinking especially clearly about making good choices.

"Dennis, look. I didn't mean to blow you off. I can't actually text, but that's sort of not the point. Anyway." He ticked off bullet points on his fingers.

"We were both drunk. But you didn't actually seem unwilling, by the way. And for drunk sex it was actually pretty good - you seemed to like the things I could do with my mouth. And I didn't disappear, I left you my number. Not a fake one, I should mention."

Wait. What was his point?

"Sorry I was a jerk. But not as big a jerk as I could have been, and..." Deep breath. Steps.

"Making amends is sort of a thing I'm trying to do right now. So. There's that. I'm sorry you got burned by your boyfriend or whatever, but this wasn't ever going to be more than one night."