❛ Seriously. I’m the worst. I know — I wasn’t even thinking. As for the beverage… water, but yeah. ❜
Something about her visible disappointment makes him feel even more guilty. With a heavy sigh, he swipes a bottle of water off the table and wanders over to the bed, placing it next to her right-side up only to watch it inevitably tip over due to the uneven surface. He stuffs his hands in his pockets and takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
❛ Figured you might have a hangover, so I went with the safe option. ❜
He hesitates for a moment before leaning back slightly to nudge her blanket-swaddled legs with his elbow.
❛ Hey listen, I’m really sorry. Could have gotten you a sub which probably would have kept better, but I’m the idiot who got you a cheesesteak sandwich instead. I mean, you probably could’ve microwaved it, but— anyway. It’s done. It’s really no trouble to get you something else, so… ❜
sounds to her like scott is feeling skittish. not that she’s ever really given
him a reason to be anything but. nobody really feels at ease around her, &
that’s a fact she’s long since embraced. no point in trying to make people
feel comfortable around you if it’s a constant uphill struggle. being too kind
also proves to be taxing, like going for a jog in the dead of summer after a
rainy night. letting things play out how they will is a much simpler alternative.
snatching up the bottle & thumbing the cap off, she downs the whole thing
in one go. looks like they’ll be up & at it sooner rather than later, if not only
for her to get a bite to eat. “ jesus, quit worrying so much. “ she says,
stepping off the mattress. “ you make it sound like i’m about to
take your lunch money. “