Valentin & Sorin: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
"I'm fine," Valentin sighed, not realizing what Sorin was about to do. He was used to Sorin's presence and Sorin was always close-by: it was just something about him. People let him, too: Sorin had that kind of personality where you just did not care when he was all up in your aura.
"He was just... Hard-up for a date, I guess, and somebody told him that you had to lasso someone if you wanted a date. And then he picked me, as a last resort. Which, honestly, was the thing I was mad about most. I mean, if you're going to tie someone up for a date, you'd better have some serious Rome & Juliet-feelings about them, you know?"
Valentin leaned in again. "I should talk to him. Apologize, or something. I got mad. Same with Pavel." Valentin half-smiled, looking up at Sorin. "Apologize for what a lousy kisser I am."