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"Sorry, I tried not to be too underfoot." A curious cant of their head. "Or, to bake too much?" Be too depressed? That one, he'll leave unsaid.No children will be here, he's pretty sure. Thank goodness, there are a lot of electrical sockets, huh?
In some ways, they are tremendously predictable. They're delighted to have gotten the lip twitch, though.
"I always liked it. When I was really little, I could get away doing it with my sisters. Then my parents cottoned on to it and did their best to steer me away from it - at some point they started telling nannies or babysitters I shouldn't be doing it, I think. But I could do it at other people's places. Dee's parents were always happy to let me, and Dee liked the rewards of my labour, so..." he trails off, for a moment stalled by the recognition he's lost the Stones as much as the Sterlings. A shake of their head, "but I guess I got more into it when I moved out."
They'll accept the phone as they talk, eyeing the contents. Expression softening a little at what's already there. The rare Domestic Holly spotted, and clearly appreciated. Then adding things himself is a not terrible distraction to keep the conversation itself from overwhelming him.
To keep from the heartbreak and guilt from overtaking it.
"I'm not sure it is in reach." That admission pained, even with the distraction. "I wouldn't trust me, either. Hell, I don't even understand my decision-making process. I - god, I gave up on her so quickly." Eyes flit to you, like that clarifies he means the night he thought they'd broken up, rather than what came after.
"I didn't realize she didn't trust you. I didn't understand... well, a lot, I guess. And we always understood each other so effortlessly, before that. But I might need to understand why better, before I can try to explain it to her." There's something bleak there, buried, at the idea that whatever answers they come up with, they won't be enough. "There's always going to be space for her."
Well, given Leo's lack of optimism, yours was balancing it a little.
"I'd love it if you put me in touch with V. And I've got an appointment with Lilly after our matinee Sunday." A slight hesitation. "Will people mind, at Sodom, if I'm not there to pick people up? I don't think I'm particularly interested in men, but then, I also kind of thought I was one, so what do I know?"
While Leo's less solution-focused than you are, they are pretty attuned to emotions and vibes. The shift from solution-seeking to hesitation is notable. Enough that he uncurls from his knee-hugging to reach out to give your hand a reassuring squeeze.
"Okay..." turning that over in his head. "I know Brix isn't my biggest fan. And god knows communication isn't easy
"I feel like I'm maybe missing something here?" That was more self-editing than he's used to, which has him concerned - both about if you're okay, and what it is you're talking around.
thanks the bartender, collecting my drink
Hides in the rafters, shaking the lurker tree
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Walks in laughing …the beachies are calling me “Fabio” because i let my hair get long….now I’m going all summer without a haircut
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steps up to the bartender and orders a drink
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It something to think about, yes?
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Does no one ever wonder why...
It is beyond our specific control
Instinctively we must go on, yes?
Love is the world's modus operandi
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