He almost says something after her - for a milisecond, it crosses his mind to tell he enjoyed it too, up until this. But no, he's not going to say that.
He doesn't know how many ways there are left to tell her. He likes her, he cares about her, he wants to be here with her. He's told her with his actions, he thinks, and he's told her in words and she still says she doesn't know what's going on in his head. So the problem seems to be just that she doesn't - won't, or can't - believe him. He doesn't know what to do about that, and, for tonight at least, isn't inclined to try.
'Sod this,' he mutters, and stands up, grabs his jacket off the floor. There's a bar down there, and people (women), and he'll be damned if he's going to waste his time in the West sitting up here in his room.
....he supposes he shouldn't be surprised when Milliways shows up at the door. Perhaps it's for the best.
no subject
He doesn't know how many ways there are left to tell her. He likes her, he cares about her, he wants to be here with her. He's told her with his actions, he thinks, and he's told her in words and she still says she doesn't know what's going on in his head. So the problem seems to be just that she doesn't - won't, or can't - believe him. He doesn't know what to do about that, and, for tonight at least, isn't inclined to try.
'Sod this,' he mutters, and stands up, grabs his jacket off the floor. There's a bar down there, and people (women), and he'll be damned if he's going to waste his time in the West sitting up here in his room.
....he supposes he shouldn't be surprised when Milliways shows up at the door. Perhaps it's for the best.