(Untitled)
Gwen jerks awake, glancing around the room in some confusion.
She half-expects somebody to be doing the foxtrot.
But everything is more or less normal; it's light out, but just barely, and Preston is snoozing peacefully.
... Which, when she thinks about it, is completely unfair ( Read more... )
She half-expects somebody to be doing the foxtrot.
But everything is more or less normal; it's light out, but just barely, and Preston is snoozing peacefully.
... Which, when she thinks about it, is completely unfair ( Read more... )
"Gmwht?" he repeats, eloquently.
Reply
Preston feels like they've been over this ground before.
"I mean - shit, Gwen," he adds, and there's a certain edge to his voice. "What if she goes over and fucking says it to Karla?"
Reply
"Um. Well. I don't know. Apparently it wasn't all that funny, so I can't imagine it getting a repeat performance."
Reply
Reply
Gwen shrugs, half defensive and half exasperated,
"Okay, if I'd thought this was going to become a big deal? I'd've told her that you had a very special flamingo friend, and the two of you were very happy together. Would that have worked better?"
Reply
Preston raises a hand to his forehead, pushing back unruly, sleep-mussed hair.
"Seeing as the flamingo's an inanimate object, so it doesn't fucking matter if it hears about it."
Reply
"So what happens if Karla hears about this, again? Aside from her possibly thinking I go around trying to set people up and should maybe get a hobby?"
Reply
"Maybe she hears from someone that her bandmate, who she thinks is, you know, nice and safe, and who is by the way not only older than her but also carries a possibly communicable disease, is thinking about her in a way that makes her uncomfortable. Oh - and let's not forget that he turns into a fucking carnivore when he gets pissed off, too, which is a really comforting when you're thinking about trying to let a guy down easy.
"Maybe she decides it's better if she leaves the band and gets work somewhere else - which would fuck us all over, Gwen, you not the least - or maybe she stays, and is just unnerved and uncomfortable with her own band. Which is not a hell of a lot better, I think."
It's maybe the longest speech Preston has made in a while. And Preston is occasionally prone to speeches.
Reply
And pushes off the covers, a gesture a little more angry and graceless than she means it to be.
She cannot be in bed for this conversation.
"Okay, you? Are blowing things way out of fucking proportion. Why the fuck would Karla freak out over one sentence? I mean, Jesus, you can tell her it was a stupid joke-- I'll tell her, if you want."
She's ... not sure how to handle the lack of hypothetical in this situation. Except that, when she thinks about it, it's not really too surprising.
(Besides, right this second is not the time to be going, "OMG I was RIGHT?")
Reply
But it's all in reaction to a dropped comment which actually did happen, so . . . nothing's been said about what anyone's feeling yet, right? Right. Yes.)
Suddenly tired: "Look, I know it's easy enough to say it was a stupid joke.
"It's just - not something I want to deal with, okay? So I just . . . wish you wouldn't go around saying it."
Reply
"I didn't go around saying it," she informs him, curt. "I said it once. And if it'll help with the paranoia, I won't say it again. Okay?"
Reply
Preston meets her gaze steadily.
"'s all I wanted."
Reply
Gwen only glances at him for a minute-- what is this, a fucking spaghetti western? Before stalking towards the closet and pulling out something that looks as if it might match in dimmer light.
"I should go shower," she says. Grabs a pair of shoes from the floor by her futon. "Before the line gets too long."
Reply
There's a small pause, before he adds, almost tentatively: "And - okay, with the sole exception of that last part, you can forget this whole conversation every happened, okay? Chalk it up to sleep-dep."
Reply
"Whatever."
And is out the door-- pretty quickly, all things considered.
She doesn't plan on coming back anytime soon.
Reply
Yeah, the lack of hypotheticals was kind of embarrassing. On the other hand: Preston feels like he was pretty damn supportive the other night. It'd be nice, occasionally, to get a little back.
With a grumbling sort of noise, he flops over, pulling the thrown pillow over his head, and tries to go back to sleep.
It's better than getting more pissed off.
Reply
Leave a comment