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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:18 pm
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Andy was a simple guy, really. He liked someone, he wanted to be near them. He liked Peyton an awful lot, even without the way she curled into him or scraped her nails along his scalp or the kisses. But he liked her too, and thought of her as his girlfriend, though he'd not tried putting a name to things because while he was a simple guy, he wasn't stupid - he knew she had some major hang-ups and that she struggled over things.
He also knew that she had to do things her way or it wouldn't happen at all. She was that way with a lot of things: you could gently push from the sides, but coming at her head on was a guarantee for failure in everything but life-or-death situations.
So maybe he took her hand while walking back to the dorms, brushing his thumb across the back of her hand gently, counter-point to the vice-grip she had on him. And when she didn't let him go, didn't leave him at the stairs, he just gave her hand a squeeze. She's distracted, got too much on her mind...
Rex whined a little, concerned for his Boy and his Boy's Girl.
It's alright Rex. Good boy. He could say that, but his stomach was rolling a little from drinks and nerves: what should he do? What was Peyton wanting now? The last thing the rangy Sun wanted was to make her run from him. "Pey?" Her room was as familiar as his own, or Jordan's, but it seemed exotic suddenly...like some place he really should be wary of. Peyton's uncertainty was rubbing off on him a bit, but he mentally shook himself out of it because he felt she needed caring for. "Let's get you some water and see about losing the glitter."
Wow, smooth. Ugh.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 6:48 pm
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She'd fished the key from his jacket pocket without saying anything. Unlocking the door to push it open for the both of them, then closing and locking it again one they were both inside. Habit, practicality, insecurities. She did it all in a robotic, automatic way, but had slowed once the key had been placed on the hook beside the door, unsure, now that the easy things had been taken care of. Her name in that soft, uncertain tone didn't immediately register. She still held his hand, grip still too tight, but she'd dropped her gaze from that earnest face, looking anywhere but at him.
It took that simple little offer to bring her back. Pale eyes blinked, almost startled, before snapping back to meet those baby blues, and in that instant it felt as if the air had thickened. It was harder to breath. "Okay." It was a little off, voice squeezed out, but if he attempted to move her, she wouldn't put up a fight.
Water probably would have been good for more than just to wash away the black glitter. The tiny hunter's head was still swimming. Too much to drink.
A hand rising to her brow, she attempted to gather her thoughts, but it was hard. Her mind was a chaotic whirlwind of contradiction and insecurities at the best of times. Now? It was down right dizzying. She should have waited until the alcohol had left her system, so she could think properly, make good decisions. She should have, but that wasn't likely how things would turn out.
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