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Andrew "Drew" Kirke (aurorme) wrote in impetuousrpg,

Drew just wanted to swear when she turned to walk away from him. It had changed. He'd fucked it all up as per normal. The only difference was that he'd hadn't actually wanted to mess up this time. Geoff had spent all that time worrying about Mandy when it was really Drew he had to worry about. She wasn't yelling at him, but he thought he'd almost prefer that. This distant, hostess thing was so much worse.

Was he okay? No, he wasn't damn well okay. He was losing his bloody mind and every thing in between. "No," he responded, shaking his head. He had no idea what he wanted to say or how he was suppose to say it. All he knew was that as soon as he had opened his mouth, it had all come pouring out in a jumbled mess. "I'm not okay. I'm not okay with this being different. I can't tell whether your mad at me or just don't want me to touch you and I just keep thinking that if I screw this up enough, you'll go running back to Davies. I don't want him to make you smile. I want to. That should be my job, not his. And I'm sorry I said your knickers were boring. They're not boring because they're yours and you couldn't possibly be boring to me."

He really had no idea why he brought up her knickers and he flushed a little at the realization. He'd be bloody well surprised if she understood any of that, but there was little he could do about it. He'd never been this confused or flustered around anyone before and he didn't exactly know how to handle it.