Bro-talk.
With: @wingsbestrong continued from here.
“Ah, body’s still got some life in it, but I think she’s mad at me. Mad at me and in love with me-- I think?” James sighed. A rough hand, calloused from years of training and deployment, ran over exhausted features. This was going to be a mess. Sitting down beside his buddy, he picked up the spare controller and nodded towards the screen. As true men, they would game and talk about their problems as to not make it too obvious.
“You remember that girl? Brunette, tiny little thing but had a really nice ass? Took her out on that really nice date but didn’t expect it to go anywhere but then she was sneaking out of here at 5 am every week for five months? Then I got deployed? Well, she just texted me, like full on essay of texts saying she misses me and hopes that I’m doing okay. Like what the fuck am I supposed to do with that information?”
