rafe garo • garrus vakarian (damntheregs) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-04-01 21:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | kim lee, rafe garo |
Who: Rafe Garo and Kim Lee
What: Hopefully, some sort of resolution.
When: Thursday evening.
Where: Their home, Miami.
Warnings: Lots of angst?
The house had been too quiet for almost an entire week. In some sort of weird unspoken agreement, both he and Kim had somehow decided that all but ignoring each other was for the best. But if this was ‘the best’ then they were both fucked. It had just been awkward, the two of them practically tiptoeing around one another. He was convinced that she was mad at him, for walking away after they’d kissed. In the most haphazard way possible he’d attempted to apologize for that. Without actually having to say he was sorry. But, according to Coral (the only person he could go to for advice on such matters), that wasn’t going to be enough.
He hadn’t seen her for most of the evening, which meant she had either snuck out, or was keeping to her room. Rafe was hoping for the second one. If he didn’t talk to her now, chances were he’d lose the nerve and they’d just keep on doing what they were doing. Or, more importantly, what they weren’t doing. That one taste of what he could possibly have was slowly making him crazy. He wanted it badly. Wanted her badly. If they didn’t resolve this, somehow, it was going to keep eating him up inside.
Stopping by her door, he paused briefly before knocking twice. It was hard for him to keep from shuffling his feet. “Kim?”