[ No one, he has no one, but that's frankly better than what he had before, because his shithead friends ("friends") would have just laughed at him and told him to man up — if they didn't immediately question his sanity, anyway.
So it's like a lifeline being extended when Jonathan offers, and Steve . . . doesn't know what to do with it, exactly. His eyes flick between Jonathan, the car door, the seat, anywhere really, as conflicting thoughts race through his head. Had anyone ever really offered something like this before? Nancy had, once — that had managed to shake him out of his haze, pulling him out of the social pit he'd found himself in.
And just like that, he's moved on, and Steve exhales, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. They're cool. He's cool. He's fine. ]
Yeah, man. You know, any time. [ A beat. ] Seriously. Though next time? Pick somewhere better. In town? Populated? Come on.
[ It's funny that Steve is already offering to go again. But it's a good sign. They're friends. Friendly. Whatever. Doesn't matter. This isn't a bad thing. ]
Yeah, yeah.
[ His fingers drum the roof of Steve's car, idly. ]
See ya.
[ And he closes the door, taking a couple of steps backwards, toward his own car sitting further along the parking lot. ]
[ He leans back, watching Jonathan quietly to make sure he makes it to his car and no demodogs or other upside-down garbage rise out from the parking lot and attack him. Once he's satisfied — which doesn't take long, thanks to his nerves — he starts his car, letting out a shakey breath, and pulls out of the lot. It's fine. They're good. ]
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Date: 2019-07-26 01:23 pm (UTC)So it's like a lifeline being extended when Jonathan offers, and Steve . . . doesn't know what to do with it, exactly. His eyes flick between Jonathan, the car door, the seat, anywhere really, as conflicting thoughts race through his head. Had anyone ever really offered something like this before? Nancy had, once — that had managed to shake him out of his haze, pulling him out of the social pit he'd found himself in.
And just like that, he's moved on, and Steve exhales, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. They're cool. He's cool. He's fine. ]
Yeah, man. You know, any time. [ A beat. ] Seriously. Though next time? Pick somewhere better. In town? Populated? Come on.
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Date: 2019-07-26 07:47 pm (UTC)Yeah, yeah.
[ His fingers drum the roof of Steve's car, idly. ]
See ya.
[ And he closes the door, taking a couple of steps backwards, toward his own car sitting further along the parking lot. ]
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Date: 2019-07-26 07:51 pm (UTC)[ He leans back, watching Jonathan quietly to make sure he makes it to his car and no demodogs or other upside-down garbage rise out from the parking lot and attack him. Once he's satisfied — which doesn't take long, thanks to his nerves — he starts his car, letting out a shakey breath, and pulls out of the lot. It's fine. They're good. ]