A frown creases deeply across his forehead when she mentions, so casually, some kind of incident from her junior year. "Wait, Lise- what...what happened in your junior year?" He stares up at her, concerned about what she was eluding to.
"I don't want that, either. I'm terrified of it," he admits, in a rare moment of unbridled honesty. "Kind of became a cycle that fed into itself, you know?" He manages the smallest of smiles up at her, "If not for you, I might have eventually found out what Mick's limit for bullshit is and then where would I be?" An attempt, however weak and borderline gallows humor it may be, at levity.
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Date: 2018-03-27 02:20 pm (UTC)"I don't want that, either. I'm terrified of it," he admits, in a rare moment of unbridled honesty. "Kind of became a cycle that fed into itself, you know?" He manages the smallest of smiles up at her, "If not for you, I might have eventually found out what Mick's limit for bullshit is and then where would I be?" An attempt, however weak and borderline gallows humor it may be, at levity.