Re: Woods: Patrick/Mary
[He wasn't sure she was being serious. Dude had the feeling he was being most seriously humored right now. But her annoyance was something familiar, and he laughed when she asked if he wanted her to say yes. And to him, the whisper was just a whisper, dude, lie not purchased. She stepped away, and he reached a hand out and closed it around her wrist. Now, Patrick had been raised not to grab girls, but this was a special occasion, and his long fingers were loose around delicate bones.] Stop. That isn't what I meant, dude, and you know it. I'm not good at accepting this weird shit, and there's been a lot of it at once lately.
[Until his return from Shoshone, Patrick clung to the normal like it was his floating door after the Titanic went down. The guy wasn't particularly good at this. Patrick was suppression to the extreme, and he let go of her wrist with dude awkwardness and a linger trail of crisp elven magic he didn't even realize was in attendance.] Sorry. You get the point, my girl. Just give me some time to get a beer and work this all out in my head.