I'm sorry. I'll listen, if you ever want to talk about them. [It's a genuine offer. An open door. She shifts closer so she can drape her arm around him.
The corner of her mouth ticks up in a little smile.] How about you?
[She's not in any rush. That kind of grief is a living thing, constantly shifting and changing. Grief has been shadowing her since her teens. It's never easy to talk about, but she appreciates open doors. Likes to offer them to other people when she can.
His use of the word 'birds' is clearly something she finds charming. Yeah, the accent works for her. Her nails scratch lightly between his shoulder blades.] Sounds like we're on the same page, then.
[Karen lets out a snort of laughter, mostly at that comical look of feigned surprise on his face.]
I mean, in the interest of answering questions, I've mostly dated guys, but it's not unheard of for me to be into birds as well. [She gives him a fondly amused look.] You know what I meant, though.
(OOC: That works for me! Let me know if you'd like to rock another thread. I feel like he deserves to witness the incredible amount of trouble she gets herself into.)
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All right, that's good to know.
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The corner of her mouth ticks up in a little smile.] How about you?
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[He appreciates the offer but it will probably take a bit more time to get him to open up about that, time and lots of booze.]
I've seen some birds here and there but not since we started talking.
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His use of the word 'birds' is clearly something she finds charming. Yeah, the accent works for her. Her nails scratch lightly between his shoulder blades.] Sounds like we're on the same page, then.
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[He teases, giving her a fake surprised look.]
Maybe I should bring Martha by so you two can bond....
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I mean, in the interest of answering questions, I've mostly dated guys, but it's not unheard of for me to be into birds as well. [She gives him a fondly amused look.] You know what I meant, though.
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But yes, I know what you meant.
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Nice to have the same page realization.
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Mmmmm. Speaking of nice, that feels very nice.
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[With a smile, she curls her fingers into his hair, letting her fingertips rub against his scalp.]
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Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm.
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[It's ridiculously endearing. So she keeps it up, her fingers moving more slowly in an idle pattern.]
ooc: end this thread here?
[He says but his voice is already starting to soften, he shifts even closer to her one last time before slowly drifting off to sleep.]
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