Nemo let out a short, quick, frustrated groan before he restrained himself. He wouldn't make that mistake again. He felt like they were going in weird concentric circles that came close to touching, but didn't quite make it. It as frustrating and he hated it. The simplicity of life before Paris was gone and if this was what was going to replace it, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to handle it well.
"It's not that I didn't want to," He said before his generally careful filter could catch up with him. His brain was already trying to figure out how to backtrack gently, without making either his feelings known or hurting hers, but realized he didn't have a good way out. He looked at the offered wine glass, but couldn't take it, not after Paris. Instead he looked up at her helplessly. "Pen, I..." What, he what? Fuck if he actually knew enough or had the guts to say it.
"It's not that I didn't want to," He said before his generally careful filter could catch up with him. His brain was already trying to figure out how to backtrack gently, without making either his feelings known or hurting hers, but realized he didn't have a good way out. He looked at the offered wine glass, but couldn't take it, not after Paris. Instead he looked up at her helplessly. "Pen, I..." What, he what? Fuck if he actually knew enough or had the guts to say it.
