Re: Gotham: Sam & Russ
He wanted the anon chick? Well the anon chick had a bunch of fucking knowledge stored away, yeah? She never pulled that shit out with Russ, because it just wasn't what they talked about. She could never remember talking about life or death or the future with the man across the table from her. Even the glaring stuff got skimmed, yeah? Drugs and assaults and shit like that. She talked about those things, sure, but Russ didn't want to know specifics. He might think he did now, but not really.
She was glad when he started off just as blunt as she'd hit him with. The box burnt down. Yeah, ok. She didn't exactly see why. She hadn't changed. She was the same fucking person she'd been for years, and he just hadn't seen parts of her, but whatever. She wasn't pissed about it. As long as he talked straight, she could handle fucking anything. She liked Russ, yeah? She always had. And she'd always known the fucker didn't have a thing for her, so that wasn't new information or anything. She wasn't pissed at Daniel for pretending he was some anon forever, and maybe it was a mistake to think everyone would react the same way she did.
He looked at her, and she let him look. Plate pushed away, and she'd eaten more than she thought she could. It didn't help that this shit was happening now, because all she could think of was Micah, Micah, Micah, and she took another sip to chase the man's accent out of her mind.
"You don't want to fuck me when I'm me. Yeah. Got it. You wanted to fuck some mystery woman who didn't look like me. That's cool. I get it. I'm not pissed. It's whatever." She looked down at the burger. "I'm stuffed, though, so if you don't need that blowie in the john, I think I'll bail." Which she indicated by sliding against plastic, overalls not even catching on the cracks they were so fucking worn through.
She stood, end of the table, and she looked down at him. "Just give me some time, yeah? It's no big deal. It really fucking isn't, but I just need some time to be chill again. Yeah?"