[Tucker plops down next to her, kind of close. For support, he guesses. He wraps an arm around the back of the couch, so he can put his hand on her shoulder again.]
I don't plan on it.
[That feels lame. Try again.]
Do you... want to talk about what happened? Or would you rather just chill?
[He tries to make it sound like he's fine with either.]
no subject
I don't plan on it.
[That feels lame. Try again.]
Do you... want to talk about what happened? Or would you rather just chill?
[He tries to make it sound like he's fine with either.]