warmst.
“ yeah, that’s what you said about dio. ”
there’s a beat of silence, and she waves her hands at him before he can reply. she still has yet to run into lesley with a different face tacked on ( it’s the only way you can see people as they are with others; when you are another. ), and she’d be lying if his observations didn’t go twanging at her nerves. “ y’know, minus that romance bit tacked on. but, i mean — he isn’t that bad. just a bit of a grump. ”
“Mm-hm.” Winter’s known her long e-damn-nough to know that she’s being defensive out of fear; nerves. He decides not to push it much further under to save her a panic attack over the, you know --- the person she likes. “I’m a bit of a grump. He’s a bit of a prick.”












