Re: Inside the Memory Emporium
"I don't know. I mean, do you apologize to stuff regularly?" he asked, trying for cool bravado and falling somewhere between awkward and idiotic. "It's not like it has feelings, right?" Wait, shit, that sounded so rude. "Wait. That was... rude. I'm sorry. Again. For the rude things. And the shelf things. And you should maybe not be picking things up, since it was my fault. And stuff." Also because she looked amazing in that dress and she had legs for miles and goddamn he didn't know what to do with his tongue.
Wait.
No, he really didn't know what to do with his tongue. It was sticking to the roof of his mouth. That wasn't normal. Maybe he had a disease. He should tell Tim Drake that. Later. When he wasn't Tim Drake. Wasn't he always Tim Drake?
"You know, maybe we should, um, move along? In case someone comes over and yells at us. Unless you were looking for something important, I mean. Were you? Looking for something important? Because then we can stay." Yep. He sounded like an idiot and, god, that dress. That red dress.