[She smooths her hands over her hair, pushing stray hairs off her forehead and shakes her head.]
It's more of a nervous thing. Less of a medical thing. I get nervous. I throw up. [She takes a deep breath.] I think I'm okay though. [She puts one hand back on his waist, twisting his tee shirt around her fingers. With her other hand, she presses the laser screwdriver into his hand.]
Shoot a paint can. [Pause] And then kiss me again. It's good for my nerves.
[In other words it lets her pretend that they aren't talking about a date that is three months away and they aren't becoming something more than friends with occasional benefits.]
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It's more of a nervous thing. Less of a medical thing. I get nervous. I throw up. [She takes a deep breath.] I think I'm okay though. [She puts one hand back on his waist, twisting his tee shirt around her fingers. With her other hand, she presses the laser screwdriver into his hand.]
Shoot a paint can. [Pause] And then kiss me again. It's good for my nerves.
[In other words it lets her pretend that they aren't talking about a date that is three months away and they aren't becoming something more than friends with occasional benefits.]