Re: Loitering: Cat C & Reece E
"Is that fudging though? I mean, really?" Reece cocked his head, his expression playful disbelief. He inspected the (new...?) head of hair before him as Cat ran long fingers through it, and, "no. No gray. No beard though, so. It instantly makes me cooler than you." He knew that Cat, once, had been sensitive about her age. He probably should've been more careful about where he was jabbing, even in play, but. Um, he didn't think about that. He was just razzing her anyway. And she seemed to take it in stride. Long stride. Nice, long stride, and there she went, beckoning him to follow.
And he went. Whatever he thought, he went. Reece wasn't actually even considering dropping his own personal bomb this evening. It wasn't in his head at the moment. He'd spent a lot of time anxious about it, wondering if he should just, like, kill himself, self-pity, etc., etc. He thought about it, you know? He really tried. He tried not to ignore, to figure out what it meant, but, man, if he always did that, he would go fucking nuts. Rip-his-own-eye-out nuts. Cat had proven to be a good distraction, and he hadn't even thought about saying anything until she brought it up. "Uh..." He swallowed. "I mean." With his hands in his lap, he started twiddling his thumbs. "Yeah." Uninformative. "We should probably wait. I don't really want to, uh, say it out here." He was paranoid enough now to keep his mouth shut about this. Ears were everywhere. Ears his eye couldn't even detect, because they looked like they were on a regular person or something. "If you want to go somewhere private?" Did that sound like an inappropriate suggestion? "Not—Just so I can tell you. Or, you probably have to stay here. Yeah. So, it's fine." Reece's thought process was uttered aloud and he finally arrived at, "so, the new face. Yeah. H-how's that?"