balances her chin atop intertwined fingers and bats her lashes. ' i could break you. '
they don’t ‘ hang out ’. what they do is tolerate one another long enough to stay in the same room for more than an hour or two and then they go their separate ways and do it again later. bowie tries to never provoke her - attempts to bite his tongue and keep his rather crude comments to himself because the size of that boyfriend of hers ( the weird , quiet guy who usually just follows her around ) and the size of him do not mix. the man’s self-aware ; he knows when it’s time to stop.
usually.
but what she says is unexpected. his attention was turned away prior - probably to the television in the corner of the room - but snapped quickly to her when his ears caught her voice. brows furrow , the uncertainty painfully evident on his face , “ what ? ”