"You make it sound like you're not interesting," he says, and he leans
forward, grabbing a stick of cucumber and biting into it. They're sitting
close on the couch and it's easy to shift so that his knee brushes against
her.
"Like the paintings," he says, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling
again. "Where did you get the ideas from? They're...I've never seen
anything like them, honestly."
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Date: 2023-01-25 11:52 pm (UTC)"You make it sound like you're not interesting," he says, and he leans forward, grabbing a stick of cucumber and biting into it. They're sitting close on the couch and it's easy to shift so that his knee brushes against her.
"Like the paintings," he says, tipping his head back to look at the ceiling again. "Where did you get the ideas from? They're...I've never seen anything like them, honestly."