"Yeah, I guess so." He smirks a little and tilts his head to look up at him as explains the thought process that actually led him here. "Yeah, it definitely is crossing some lines, but...I'd probably still be stuck riding out a panic attack if you hadn't been here, so..." he shrugs a little. He doesn't necessarily agree with it, wouldn't necessarily want it to become a regular thing--although, hasn't it already, kind of become a regular thing at this point?--but he can't hate that he was here when he was tonight.
"Everyone's good at something," he teases, nudging him again, a more genuinely playful smirk on his lips this time.
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Date: 2017-02-27 08:13 pm (UTC)"Everyone's good at something," he teases, nudging him again, a more genuinely playful smirk on his lips this time.