When he didn’t respond in kind, none of the familiar sarcasm or a joke to be had... That clinched it. Something was seriously wrong. Something twisted in her stomach a little, the smile that had been on her face faltering, turning into something... uncertain for a moment, before she schooled it into something more neutral. Everything was fine. She was fine. Not worried at all. Not wishing that he really WAS. Jealous. Interested. Both.
He asked her a question. Right.
Word certainly got around fast. Of course, that was what he did. He heard things. Gathered information. She wondered how much he’d heard. How much he knew. Why she didn’t just tell him that yes, they were... something, but it wasn’t serious. Just friends. With a little something more. Not that it mattered, she guessed. It was probably for the best.
“It’s true,” she replied, stopping herself before she could add the word ‘enough’. Before she could tell him that they were friends with a few enjoyable side benefits. Maker, being in love with your best friend was really bloody difficult. “I’d say I was surprised that you heard about us, but that’d be a lie.” It was a little thin, as far as jokes went, but it was all she could manage. It was light-hearted enough. More light-hearted than she felt.
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Date: 2017-11-19 07:39 am (UTC)He asked her a question. Right.
Word certainly got around fast. Of course, that was what he did. He heard things. Gathered information. She wondered how much he’d heard. How much he knew. Why she didn’t just tell him that yes, they were... something, but it wasn’t serious. Just friends. With a little something more. Not that it mattered, she guessed. It was probably for the best.
“It’s true,” she replied, stopping herself before she could add the word ‘enough’. Before she could tell him that they were friends with a few enjoyable side benefits. Maker, being in love with your best friend was really bloody difficult. “I’d say I was surprised that you heard about us, but that’d be a lie.” It was a little thin, as far as jokes went, but it was all she could manage. It was light-hearted enough. More light-hearted than she felt.