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[patfiddlesticks]

Date/Time: 'Trouble Brewin'; Wednesday, Oct 28th; Evening
Location: Grounds
Open To: Andra
Involving: Pat, Andra

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[andraleigh]

Andra, while trying her best to tell herself that she didn't really care, had indeed opted to look nice. She'd been looking a right mess for the past week and a half, and it was time she cleaned up her act. This has nothing to do with seeing Pat, she told herself, frowning at her reflection.

She made certain that her hair was neat, curled properly and pulled in tendrils back from her face. She wore nothing fancy, but nothing too casual. No school robes for this -- just a nice blouse and a smooth skirt.

She nervously made her way down from the castle, and spotted him easily. She'd never miss that bright blonde head, even when she wanted to. She slipped down beside him, trying to not look at the roses he had with him. The part of her that still loved him was sure they were for someone else -- and the bitterness was bubbling at the surface of her smile.

[patfiddlesticks]

He swallowed hard as he saw her sitting down beside him through the corner of his eyes. The roses sat plainly between them, and his eyes closed as he gently nudged them towards her. "I, er, I ah um.. made these for you." he said quietly as his head finally turned, bringing those baby blues of his up to search her face. "Made ah.. them. Which is, you know, utterly ridiculous since I am not a Mama Rosebush, so making roses on my own is both quite impossible and an inane idea completely since I um.. er.. don't have the ability of.. reproducing.. in a way that um.. results in baby rose-- Merlin bloody fuck." He looked away sharply, realising almost immediately that he, for some unexplanable reason, was immediately intimidated and nervous.. resulting in a blubbering, rambling, stuttering Patrick.

His hand flew up, rubbing at the back of his neck as his brow furrowed. "...s-sorry, I'm er.. an idiot.."

[andraleigh]

At first, Andra found his stuttering and babbling adorable, and she gave a soft smile as she picked up the flowers. As he continued however, and finally ended with a short curse and an apology, she looked up over a single rose bud, her eyes filling with something more flattered and by far, deeper.

She hadn't made him blubber like that in years.

She looked down, the blush creeping into her cheeks as she placed the flowers in her lap gently. "Thank you," she said softly, her fingers tugging the blue ribbon gently, feeling the smooth material. "They're very pretty."

She found that she rather liked the prospect of sitting here with him, actually trying to get along and be polite without the feeling of having to do so. Without the attachments, they were being gentle and careful, something she couldn't recall them being for a long while.

"How are you?" she asked softly.

[patfiddlesticks]

Fingers turned to dig perfectly manicured nails into his skin while his eyes closed tightly. He hadn't felt so incompetent and daft in years, and while it made Andra feel better about it all, it just made Patrick feel stupider and stupider by the minute.

As she asked how he was, he looked back to her again, expression visibly softer. "I'm.." Well, a million answers to that one. There was the honest - 'I'm shit without you, that's what I am. Miserable, depressed, yearning.' There was also the safe - 'I'm fine, thank you.' The drastic? 'Closer to death than I've ever been before.' or 'Nothing, without you.' or even 'I'd have to be to feel.' His mind ran through every possible answer, evaluating and reevaluating as Patrick always did.

Finally, he settled: "I'm alive. You?"