Cole Winthrop (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} clearmoon) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
"Hey!" Cole objected. "I am more committed to my NFL team than I have ever been to any woman." Given who his parents were, Cole defaulted to a belief in the more unproven supernatural things like soulmates, he just had absolutely no idea what that would look like for him. "If it sounded like a shitty point, I must not have said it right." Genuinely, he'd been trying to be reassuring, however much he'd failed. "Even if only one thing can ever be the best, all the second-best shit is still pretty fucking good, right? It won't ever be the same, but it's not like your whole world is going to plunge into darkness forever." He gave her a look that plainly hoped he'd made himself clearer this time around.
He huffed, pretending impatience with her incomplete sentences. "Figure out what comes after 'If I wasn't that then'," he suggested. "I don't mean right now." Taking half a step back, he gave her an assessing sort of gaze. "You've got at least another three months of drama in you before it drives you crazy," he teased. "You don't need to make any decisions until at least my birthday." He grinned, well aware she didn't actually measure her time according to his happy returns. "Drop the 'gym bunnies' and just call them Astrid's Army," he advised. "Way cooler. You could invent your own martial art." Astrid had the skills to do so. "Or settle down and become a suburban mom. Or both!" As if to show her all the possibilities open to her, he spread one hand out wide.
"When have I ever backed out of karaoke?" he demanded. "Obviously, when I come back the topic will be how amazing I am, and also how many people were watching me. If you're all loved up with The One then the least you can do is be my wingwoman." He was kidding, not quite ready to handle the complications that Connor introduced to the prospect of taking someone to bed for the night. Besides, he didn't even have a bed right now. Jase wouldn't care, but Cole preferred to figure it all out in a place he was paying rent towards.