[When Tommy looks up from lacing his boots and finds Eddie upright and looking at him like that, something in his ribs locks up tight as it dawns on him what she might be thinking.] Oh, no, she - Jessie's my sister-in-law. Ex, sister-in-law. Though I guess that actually makes her nothin'. [He shakes his head.] She's my niece's mom, is what I'm trying to say, around the taste of all this foot in my mouth.
[Tommy exhales.] I'm sorry, didn't mean to... I know we didn't really talk as much as - well, do other things, but. I'm not the type of guy to do somethin' like that. Vevermind having a side-piece, hell, I'm not much good at loving-and-leaving in general. I mean. I can, I'm not saying - I had a good time last night but listen, there're no strings here with me. No need to, you know, coyote-ugly or what have you. Or think I'll stalk you. I don't. Won't. Unless you had a good time too. Which is good. Not that if you did I'd stalk you.
[What the fuck are you saying, Tommy?]
I'm saying that it was a nice evening and we're adults and I... boy, I am really terrible at this. You have my number, so I'm just gonna - [Find some sand to hide his damn head in. Tommy jerks a thumb at the door and claps his hands to his thighs and pushes himself up into a stand.
And he makes it two steps before shaking his head with a Spanish curse muttered under his breath as he turns around to march back to the bed. Without stopping or asking, Tommy bends down and kisses Eddie. Not slow, but with intention, and then straightens.] There. Alright, that's all. [Now he'll find the sand. It'll help hide the flush creeping up from under his collar, if nothing else.]
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Date: 2025-05-27 04:42 pm (UTC)[Tommy exhales.] I'm sorry, didn't mean to... I know we didn't really talk as much as - well, do other things, but. I'm not the type of guy to do somethin' like that. Vevermind having a side-piece, hell, I'm not much good at loving-and-leaving in general. I mean. I can, I'm not saying - I had a good time last night but listen, there're no strings here with me. No need to, you know, coyote-ugly or what have you. Or think I'll stalk you. I don't. Won't. Unless you had a good time too. Which is good. Not that if you did I'd stalk you.
[What the fuck are you saying, Tommy?]
I'm saying that it was a nice evening and we're adults and I... boy, I am really terrible at this. You have my number, so I'm just gonna - [Find some sand to hide his damn head in. Tommy jerks a thumb at the door and claps his hands to his thighs and pushes himself up into a stand.
And he makes it two steps before shaking his head with a Spanish curse muttered under his breath as he turns around to march back to the bed. Without stopping or asking, Tommy bends down and kisses Eddie. Not slow, but with intention, and then straightens.] There. Alright, that's all. [Now he'll find the sand. It'll help hide the flush creeping up from under his collar, if nothing else.]