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Daniel Ciin (miaiphonos) wrote in paxletalelogs,

That reaction, Samuel thought, was worth well more than a mere thousand words. He laughed aloud, reaching for Rylee's glass, distantly hoping it would fall to the floor and shatter just for the sheer comic effect. Instead it merely moved into his hand, pulled from Rylee's grip with miraculous ease. "Why don't I get you another one of those," Samuel said, chuckling all the while.

His trip to the kitchen was brief, hastened by his having brought the bottle as well as the glass. He filled it as he moved back to the couch, unwilling to leave his wildly entertaining guest a moment longer than was necessary. This time he showed a merciful bit of restraint, filling the glass just under the halfway mark.

"So." He handed Rylee the fresh glass, the whiskey still chill from its cozy place in the freezer. "That's the problem. You two've had this one kind of relationship for so long you think you'll fuck it up if you try something more direct. And not only that, but you're afraid of taking a risk and finding out you don't even have the friend zone to return to." He smiled against his glass, his breath casting tendrils of fog along its thick rim. "That's fair. But you can't be a pussy just cos it might go bad." He laughed, glancing briefly down into the amber depths of the highball.

"Honestly," he said, once again meeting Rylee's gaze, "I'd imagine a hellraiser like Charlie would appreciate a little honesty. You think backin' down at the first sign of uncertainty is somethin' that'll appeal to her?"