[ ...oh. god, he's stupid. he feels that familiar sinking feeling in his guts as he looks down at his beer and tries not to look miserable. even he's aware he probably fails. he tries for a joke, glancing up at her though his gaze is too sharp and maybe a little tellingly wet. ]
Yeah, when's he getting here? [ her company. ha-ha. ]
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Yeah, when's he getting here? [ her company. ha-ha. ]