whiskeyandtwoshotglasses:

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Well…it probably wasn’t the worst thing she could have said, but it definitely wasn’t very helpful, either.

Hunter shifted his weight again, then uncrossed his arms with a jerky, restless movement and put his hands absently on his hips. "I mean….” He hesitated, still looking at her rather helplessly. But his low-simmering concern was evident in the shallow creases etched across his brow. “If you…y'know. Don’t want to be alone.“ 

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S he understood why he wanted to come, to some point. like he had said, is she didn’t want to be alone. but still, after everything they’ve been through, the offer still SURPRISED her. she reached back, rubbing her neck a little as she watched him, standing there, hands on his hips. but unlike as if they were in a fight, the placement of his hands just looked like they were there to be somewhere. there was a long pause on her end before she nodded her head a few times.

yeah, that would be — nice.

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    @mcnstermcshHis eyebrows quirked upward in faint surprise. Despite his offer, and the faint, conflicted hope (he wasn’t...
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