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[ijustlivehere]

I hate the frakking friend zone, you know? No girl ever seems to see me as anything besides... I don't know, a kid. Or any guy, for that matter, but I'm so afraid of my own bicuriosity that I don't even want to admit it to myself. I'm not that young.
I haven't had a real date that didn't involve a mistaken identity or being used for some ulterior motive since high school, pretty much.
It just freaks me out sometimes, because I'm afraid I'm going to end up alone.

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[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, definitely good. [He chuckles softly, more out of contentment and restfulness than anything else, and strokes Lucy's hair.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Next time, we go for a place with a bed. [Despite the fact they are lying on the floor--okay, so she's lying on him--she's entirely and completely, bonelessly relaxed.]

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[His heart jumps a bit at 'next time'-- as in, a confirmation that she's thinking there will be one.] We could do that.

Hey, uhmm. [He starts to say something, but pauses, seemingly considering something.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm? [It's just a relaxed, little sort of questioning sigh.] I'm okay with the floor if you're attached to it. At this point I'm probably not okay with moving off you. Sorry. You're a Neil bed now.

[illgrowoutofit.livejournal.com]

[He chuckles a little. But whatever he was going to say, he's lost his nerve now.] Sounds good to me. [He slurs his words just a little, too, sleepy.]

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

[Oh good. Well unless something changes, she'll just fall asleep right here, hazy afterglow, too many shots and a long day all combining to make a very tired Lucy. She yawns a little and snuggles closer into him.]