“I don’t want this to be difficult.” ( Barney @ Grace )
100 ways to say ‘i love you’
accepting @edenwander
“A little late for that,” Grace huffs, but shakes her head as she does it to dismiss his attempts to—not quite apologize, but either way she’s not going to give him a hard time. “If anyone finds out I’m helping you, I’m out on my ass. Again. Or, I just mean...never mind. It doesn’t matter.” Instead she continues to make up a bed on the couch. It’s not a great couch: second- (or third-, or fourth-) hand, she bought it for six bucks at the Goodwill down the shore. Been meaning to replace it for months but she still doesn’t have the heart to face the crowds in the nearby shopping mall that houses multiple furniture stores. Eyeing his height, she muses aloud: “At least you’ll have room to stretch your legs.”
She turns around she oh, shit, he’s right there. Shoulders raising up to brush her earlobes, she sidesteps and hates herself for the heat rising up her neck. Grace will not be afraid of him. Even if he could easily kill her in her sleep and probably make it look like an accident. “Are you hungry? I have some leftover takeout in the fridge.” So generous to the man she’s worried will kill her. Trying to get on his good side.
