Despite himself, and despite his trepidations, Cash couldn't help but grin at Gallivan's Oh, thank Christ. It would have been easier to talk himself into extricating him from this if Gallivan wasn't so cute, with his muggle turns of phrase and his serious meeting jacket and the way he'd asked Cash to kiss him again.
He smiled again at the nudge to his knee. And so when Gallivan asked about the next practice, about doing this again, Cash said, "Yeah, sure." His heartbeat sped up at the words, maybe from anticipation and maybe from that same sense of danger — this wasn't something he should be doing, because Angie was right, and because sooner or later he was just going to be apathetic again.
"I'd like that," he added, a little wry. If he ignored it, the undercurrent of anxiety, of a panic attack that could come later — maybe it would just never happen.
He smiled again at the nudge to his knee. And so when Gallivan asked about the next practice, about doing this again, Cash said, "Yeah, sure." His heartbeat sped up at the words, maybe from anticipation and maybe from that same sense of danger — this wasn't something he should be doing, because Angie was right, and because sooner or later he was just going to be apathetic again.
"I'd like that," he added, a little wry. If he ignored it, the undercurrent of anxiety, of a panic attack that could come later — maybe it would just never happen.
MJ made this!