“This stuff? Is it yours?” He asked dumbly. Really anything at this point to talk about was wonderful. The weather, the tiles, hey even the curtains, not bad. He could feel almost a burning in his chest that was fear returning but he calmed it. Jesus, he owned the seas, a stony eyed woman would probably just take a hit to the face and he’d be cool before he ended up like one of these structures displayed ever so neatly across the premise.
“Well..we..didn’t exactly leave on the best of terms. When this happens, I tend to worry.” He admitted. “It’s not like we parted ways with smiles on our faces. I could not even tell if you were smiling.” Shit, he really didn’t mean to say that. But you know, he told himself he’d laugh about this later, maybe she was at that point now. Look at her, wasn’t like she was suffering. She had the T & A, she was just missing the eye appeal. Most men didn’t give a shit about the eyes anyways.