#mvmentum.

[cruisecontrl]

with: eric kim @mvmentum

location: victoria's apartment.

it's quiet as they lay in her bed, but it's comfortable — she's not thinking of colorful ways to kick him out, or finding reasons to say she has to somewhere else to be, she can just... be with him. unlike with others who have ended up in her bed, there's an understanding between them and neither expect more than the other can give. does she know his favorite meal? his favorite color? a childhood memory? no, and he doesn't know that about her, either. and that's fine. victoria hums, figuring she needs to at least treat him with something (well, something else). she turns her body, now laying on her stomach as she looks at him. "how does pizza sound?" she asks, then perks up a little more, "— or maybe something from that chinese place down the street?"

[cruisecontrl]

you  have  to  stop  this.

"you have to stop this." — ( mari & santiago. )

and that's what stops him in his tracks — or rather, it makes him freeze for a moment before he gently places the wrench down with a nod. okay, so maybe he'd been obsessing over the car that had been brought in a couple of days earlier and maybe he hadn't figured out how to make it lighter and yet keep its power. maybe he'd annoyed the rest of the crew already with his incessant murmuring under his breath or with the way he messes with his glasses as he tries to remember something he'd worked on years ago. maybe that's why it's marigold (he hopes he remembers her name correctly...) who's saying something now. (have they even really spoken before?) oh no... he's annoyed everyone to this point, hasn't he? of course he has. he figures he always does. santiago nods. he understands. "y— yeah. yeah, you're right. i need to stop obsessing over it." with that, he steps away from the car altogether and takes a deep breath. "sorry." he's unsure why he's apologizing, but he always knows it's a safe bet. "i'll stop."