You've reached Tim Drake, Captain and Pilot of the First Breath. For some reason I'm not paying attention to inbound communications right now. Leave me a message and when I'm done chatting, meditating, sleeping, or whatever I'm doing, chances are I'll get back to you.
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[ She's really not mad. She's not sure what just happened, she's not mad unless Tim flirted back, but oh man she needs to talk about this. ]
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I think I broke her.
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Do not tell her I said anything she's embarrassed enough already
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Anyway, I think I'm going to have difficulty ever getting her to talk to me again. Which is a big enough problem as it is.
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Okay, sometimes. Some girls.
It doesn't matter NOW, does it?
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you're fine with it like you don't care
or like now you're thinking about it in the shower
...which is your business I guess
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Uh.
Somewhere between option A and option B?
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good to know
it's not going to matter anyway. not while you're here.
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Steph... before you arrived... I was thinking about asking her out. There's nothing to feel guilty about.
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Okay then
...fine, I guess I like her. Since you're so curious.
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Was I... okay, earlier?
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You think I'd pretend if you weren't?
[ Wait. That sounds evasive. ]
You were. More than okay.
We could always practice more if you wanted...
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I mean, I'd like to. It's complicated. It's not something... I don't think about it that much.
But I think about you.
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