Thomas smiled faintly at her words. She was being… sensible, he supposed. But he also wanted to make sure he had someone there as… as something. Not a shoulder to cry on. Men didn’t cry. No. It was more for support. Someone who wasn’t too close to him who he could turn to when he needed perspective and she… Miss Zinnia Potts. She seemed like the right person for that.
“I gue- no, actually. Don’t worry,” Thomas sighed, “It’s silly. I barely know you and you, me. I just…” Thomas sighed again. He felt lost in this moment. It was as if he’d been thrown into a maze with no light and no way out. Perhaps he had been thrown into a hole, then.
“I don’t know, Miss Potts. Sorry. I shouldn’t be acting like this. I’m sure proprietary dictates we not do this. Society gossip would run rampant, too.” He tried to joke though couldn’t muster the heart to let out anything more than a half-hearted smile.
Life sucked.
“I gue- no, actually. Don’t worry,” Thomas sighed, “It’s silly. I barely know you and you, me. I just…” Thomas sighed again. He felt lost in this moment. It was as if he’d been thrown into a maze with no light and no way out. Perhaps he had been thrown into a hole, then.
“I don’t know, Miss Potts. Sorry. I shouldn’t be acting like this. I’m sure proprietary dictates we not do this. Society gossip would run rampant, too.” He tried to joke though couldn’t muster the heart to let out anything more than a half-hearted smile.
Life sucked.