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[ This kind of thing has never happened before. Ever. It's humiliating. He lets out a groan and pulls a flattened box of tissues from under his back. She has a habit of leaving things everywhere. He's reminded of that now. Her journal, her sweater, her pen, her books, her shoes... It's scattered all around his apartment and he hasn't made a move to put it away just yet. ]
Oh, don't I wish. [ His cheeks might be all red-ish, but it's so not because he's drunk. Feel free to not notice that b-t-w. Besides, he's pretty sure he's on Sookie's shit list right now. He looks to the side and underneath her bed and lets out a slight grimace. He can't imagine what's under there; doesn't want to. Yes. He's judging your bedroom, Elena. This guy. The one who can't bring himself to get up from one bad fall is doing that in order to avoid looking at her. ]