WHO: Emi and Ale
WHEN: Tuesday morning (some few minutes after Valentines Day, really)
WHERE: Ale's house
WHAT: Once free from Chai and Ana's grasp (and full of delicious curry), Emi sets off to her original destination: Ale's house. Fluff and wangst and bonding will ensue, ladies and gentlemen.
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Another bump to pass by, a bruise to heal. )
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He didn't ask what was wrong; he hadn't for gotten the date and more than a few girls had come in to the shop today for some form of comforting, some crying into the cones and bemoaning neglectful significant others, some staring blankly off into the distance as the ice cream melted inside the cone and went dripping unnoticed down their hands.
Internally, as a man, he had to shiver. This holiday was a hellish creation.
As a businessman, he had to be grateful. He made more today than he had all week.
Either way, he wasn't going to ask what was wrong. He'd just wait for her to speak.
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However, even when she had all but finished the now cooling liquid, the silence remained.
Her fingers twitched slightly the moment she felt the slight throb of an incoming headache.
Eyes closing briefly, Emi carefully set the mug down on top the coffee table as she practically slumped against Ale's silent yet comforting form, her head nestled against his shoulder. "I feel like an idiot and I hate this fucking holiday," she mumbled after another moment of silence, her fingers busying themselves with plucking non-existent lint from the bottom of her shirt. "I've never cared about this day before pero hoy..."
A grimace, a sigh, and Emi fell silent once more.
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"Pues, don't be too mad with the ciegito." He inwardly rolled his eyes at his own words, unbelieving that he was actually defending the man who Ale still found untried and unsuitable.
And blind. Definite strike against this Jared guy. Couldn't protect Emiliana properly. Now he'd made her cry for a stupid commercial holiday, so that was another strike. Ale was only feeling generous enough to allow Montour three in total.
"Men, they just..." he stumbled here, somewhat unwilling to slander his own gender, "They...make mistakes. Even de most perfect hombre still makes a fuck-up of somet'ing sometimes, ¿no?"
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Instead, she opted bury her face against his upper arm before sighing. "I'm not even mad anymore," she finally mumbled, pulling back to rub tiredly at her eyes. "But I felt hurt cuando I was in the apartment. A-And I knew that if I stayed...pues." She bit her lip, shrugging tiredly. "I probably would have said something stupid and started a fight, just to make things worse."
There was a sound that sounded remotely like a sniffle as Emi stared at her hands. "Perdóname, I'm probably ruining your night, aren't I?"
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