Micah blinked and looked up sharply. "Sorry?" he asked a little wide-eyed. "Oh, uh...I think they're just fucked up from the other night. Getting knocked around takes a lot out of...a...thing," he said. Shaking his head, he rolled his eyes and went back to setting the machine to a brisk jog.
Oh, Jesus, it'd been a while...it took him a second to get into a comfortable rhythm. "Sorry," he said, nodding to her book. "I didn't mean to interrupt you. Shoulda kept my mouth shut. Is it any good?"
That was when he noticed the cover of the book and looked down at his screen again. Wow. No fuckin' way. Was she reading a dirty book out in public? Damn, that was pretty ballsy. Micah tended to save that shit for lonely nights at home. Though his choices in that sort of literature were more Playboy than Penthouse, but to each their own.
Pulling a face and looking down, Micah paused before giving her another awkward smile. "I'm sure it is, actually. Sorry again," he said, answering his own question.
Could he be any more awkward? This? This was why he was still single after Leto. Micah had zero social skills when it came to women. He'd had a nice conversation with Rita, but for the most part, he either didn't know what to say, or managed to make himself look like a complete idiot.