[ he thinks he's being very slick, and it's sweet. it's a good effort. she appreciates it. appreciates that he wants to protect her ( this time ) and that his honesty is right there on his sleeve, like it always is. she doesn't press the subject, knows she'll get her peek eventually, and instead lets him have the same moment she's having in her head, up behind those walls she's trying so hard to keep up lately. especially lately.
the timing of all of this couldn't have been weirder.
but she's not really thinking about all that, not when it's easier to just appreciate the way Archie's deciding to lean up against that door, for her. he says he can't believe she's here and she can't really believe it either. where are they? this is so far beyond anything she's ever dealt with before, and that's saying a lot.
and then Archie says he can't believe she's at a sex party and that makes her laugh, bright, moving in closer without thinking much of it.
after all, it wasn't that long ago that they were making an effort to make it as often, and in as many places, as possible. and then she let her hangups get between them, and there was a watch, and a locket, but she never had the chance to meet him on his front porch.
god, time is weird. ]
Is that what this is? [ she feigns ignorance, or maybe naivety. she moves to press her back against that door, tucking herself under his arm, head tilted back. too comfortable, given the shocking news he's just told her. it's not mistletoe on his front porch, but she can work with this. maybe. she didn't ruck up all the courage to talk to him about her feelings for nothing. stumbling through a little tear in time and space won't stop her. she bumps his wrist with her cheek, cat-like affection. nothing too showy, but- something. ] I'm glad you're here too, Archiekins.
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the timing of all of this couldn't have been weirder.
but she's not really thinking about all that, not when it's easier to just appreciate the way Archie's deciding to lean up against that door, for her. he says he can't believe she's here and she can't really believe it either. where are they? this is so far beyond anything she's ever dealt with before, and that's saying a lot.
and then Archie says he can't believe she's at a sex party and that makes her laugh, bright, moving in closer without thinking much of it.
after all, it wasn't that long ago that they were making an effort to make it as often, and in as many places, as possible. and then she let her hangups get between them, and there was a watch, and a locket, but she never had the chance to meet him on his front porch.
god, time is weird. ]
Is that what this is? [ she feigns ignorance, or maybe naivety. she moves to press her back against that door, tucking herself under his arm, head tilted back. too comfortable, given the shocking news he's just told her. it's not mistletoe on his front porch, but she can work with this. maybe. she didn't ruck up all the courage to talk to him about her feelings for nothing. stumbling through a little tear in time and space won't stop her. she bumps his wrist with her cheek, cat-like affection. nothing too showy, but- something. ] I'm glad you're here too, Archiekins.