“oh- i’m sorry about that. just let me move some of this,” he responded, nervous and speaking way too fast he hurried to move his belongings closer to himself. when blake had arrived at the coffee shop, he’d been alone, and he’d taken over a rather large table in order to spread out his work. but as the need for space increased, he relinquished some of his table. “there you go! it’s all yours!”
❝ you’re, like, a straight up mess, aren’t you, banner ? ❞ skylar shrugged her shoulders, watching as he moved around, quick and clumsy. she didn’t get anxiety, really. the only person who could inspire it in her was, she assumed, on the other side of the country. now, in paragon, around random people, she doesn’t find anything that inspires fear. ❝ thanks, though, i guess. ❞
