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She grinned. "I try." *** "So?"
He chuckled slightly. "I know."
She sobbed again, her fingers grasping his shirt. "I never mean to.."
"I definitely should have." *** He sat on the edge, his lips pursed. "Just procrastinate."
She looked up at him, sniffling. It took her a moment before she wrapped her arms around his waist gently. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
"Maybe I should have taken your glasses." *** He grinned. "I know, right?"
He frowned. "Stay here til I can leave again."
She shook her head. "Don't lie to me. I'm not that stupid.'
She grinned. "I know." *** He hesitated. "So did Callie, but her desk was pretty bad itself."
He nodded. "Alright."
"It's not fine!" she said, her voice mournful. "It's not. I hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you, but I have."
"I still like you." *** He laughed slightly. "I was expecting worse."
He kissed her forehead. "What else do you have to do today?"
She noticed the blood, her expression froze and she shook her head. "I did hurt you. I did. I'm.. no good. Bad."
She grinned, her eyes bright. "I am lucky. Pretty lucky to be in this date." *** He chuckled. "It's.. alright."
He kissed her jaw. "I can't wait to go home."
His hesitance stopped her, and she took quick, nervous breaths. Her hands ran through her hair and she scooted away a bit. "I'm sorry.. I'm sorry."
She raised her eyebrows. "I'm glad I'm not blind." *** He didn't look at her, his lips pursed as he kept his eyes down.
He wrapped her arms around her. "I love you."
She lookrd up at him with wide, teary eyes. Her expression was frightened, and she traced his features worriedly before opening her arms in a...
