"Sometimes cunning. Always a bastard, though." His smile is little, but it's there: it's for her. And he knows that every now and then -- more lately, since the whole shit that happened this summer with the door downstairs in the bar -- she gets these little flashes of seriousness playing across her face. They never last long but he figures she's entitled and it's not that he isn't curious about what she's thinking: he always wants to know. But shit, everyone has a right to private thoughts and he's never been big on prying. It took him three years of partnership to even ask Jet how he lost his arm.
He's still not convinced he won't wake up some morning and find himself alone, but that's his past experience; it's happened to him before. He hopes like hell it doesn't ever happen again. At least it won't on this second anniversary of meeting each other. A downward glance at the strawberries shows beads of condensation on the chocolate; that means when they bite into them, the chocolate's likely to hold together more than flake off, and though he might not be a red wine connoisseur, he knows his chocolate strawberries. Picking out the best and ripest one, he holds it up to Beth like an offering, his hand cupped beneath it.
It might be true that he's not trying to seduce her, but he's sure as hell undressing her with his eyes.
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Date: 2006-09-26 01:21 am (UTC)He's still not convinced he won't wake up some morning and find himself alone, but that's his past experience; it's happened to him before. He hopes like hell it doesn't ever happen again. At least it won't on this second anniversary of meeting each other. A downward glance at the strawberries shows beads of condensation on the chocolate; that means when they bite into them, the chocolate's likely to hold together more than flake off, and though he might not be a red wine connoisseur, he knows his chocolate strawberries. Picking out the best and ripest one, he holds it up to Beth like an offering, his hand cupped beneath it.
It might be true that he's not trying to seduce her, but he's sure as hell undressing her with his eyes.