Okay, she thought as she watched him, maybe saying it again had been a bad idea. Maybe even getting sucked into a Let's Fool Azalea game had been a bad idea. Maybe, if she had to think back that far, making that video post about not wanting her first date to be with a total stranger and kidnapper had been a bad idea.
Maybe it had been, but Kay didn't believe in regrets. She'd genuinely had fun with Johan tonight, and even if things felt different than the way they usually felt when she was with him, she couldn't bring herself to dislike that, either.
If there was anything she was sorry about, it was for stealing the smile from his face. Not for being honest, because she'd never feel bad for the truth, but Kay knew firsthand how the truth could affect you. How it could light up previously darkened paths, but also how much it could hurt, so that sometimes you just wished you'd never learned it at all. But was it hurting him? She couldn't quite decipher the look he was giving her, and he wasn't even looking at her, not entirely.
Well, fine. If he wasn't going to talk, she would. Her eyes weren't hiding anything, anyway.
"I'll say it as many times as I have to," she told him. "But if telling you the truth means you're going to look over my head, then I'll just... uh." A pause, and then triumphantly, "I'll stand on my toes!"
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Maybe it had been, but Kay didn't believe in regrets. She'd genuinely had fun with Johan tonight, and even if things felt different than the way they usually felt when she was with him, she couldn't bring herself to dislike that, either.
If there was anything she was sorry about, it was for stealing the smile from his face. Not for being honest, because she'd never feel bad for the truth, but Kay knew firsthand how the truth could affect you. How it could light up previously darkened paths, but also how much it could hurt, so that sometimes you just wished you'd never learned it at all. But was it hurting him? She couldn't quite decipher the look he was giving her, and he wasn't even looking at her, not entirely.
Well, fine. If he wasn't going to talk, she would. Her eyes weren't hiding anything, anyway.
"I'll say it as many times as I have to," she told him. "But if telling you the truth means you're going to look over my head, then I'll just... uh." A pause, and then triumphantly, "I'll stand on my toes!"
Some things never changed.