Re: Woods: Patrick/Mary
[Patrick wasn't a grabber, so he didn't have any expectations of what she might do. It just felt like the right thing, and dude did it without giving it much thought. But her offer to help made him drop her wrist, and he gave her a most genuine look.] I want to be normal, man. That's who I am. It's my identity. I'm the non-interesting Gunster. What you see's what you get, and I was never supposed to do anything remotely interesting, my girl. I am not ready for whatever this is. [He pointed back at himself. He was the this in question.
And this guy wasn't expecting her to lift her hand and brush his hair back. Dude shuddered even more strongly when her fingers graced the tip of one pointy ear than he did when his own fingers touched the same pointed tip, and, no lie, he was speechless for a second. He didn't even realize she'd tucked her hand to her chest, man, not for a good five seconds where he willed himself not to be turned on by something as stupid as fingers on his ear.]
Dude, no, wait. The campsite looked weird, and there was questionable shit, and it made sense to think something had happened to the girls at the lake. And weird stuff was happening, all right? We weren't nuts. [He shook his head.] No. People aren't bad duos, Del. That's a crock. I won't buy it. You're here now, and we're going to work together, and we can be bros. [All right, so there was some major trippage on that last word, but he got it out there.]