This is...awkward, to say the least. He thinks, if he’s honest, that it was probably a bad idea; still, he didn’t know how to say no when she’d asked him to go to dinner. He wants to be angry, but more than anything, he’s just tired. It still feels like he’s frozen. He doesn’t like to think about it.
Remy knows she’s sorry, and he is too, but that doesn’t help. It’s still raw enough that he’s wearing extra layers under his clothes, that when he blinks it’s odd not to feel ice stinging his skin.
“So.” He breaks the silence, fingers curling deep in his pockets. He could wait, but he thinks that this is the kind of heavy quiet that could go on forever if they let it. “You wanted t’talk, right?”
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