So much for a deflection. He'd been joking about the flirting, but Greengrass apparently was not. He stared at Greengrass, biting down on the inside of his bottom lip until a little bump formed, torn between replying and the ominous feeling that whatever he answered with would be used against him. Was Greengrass hoping he'd be jealous? Because if so he'd managed it, and while it might not have expressed it immediately with words it was evident in the way his gaze intensified. There was an equal chance that Greengrass was looking for him to admit that he didn't want him at his wedding, which would give Greengrass the excuse not to come without becoming the bad guy. Why was it so difficult to figure out, and moreover: since when had he become the type of person to hesitate in banter like this?
"And yet you're here," he said finally, taking another step towards Greengrass that effectively shattered the veil of separateness between them. He was in Greengrass' space now, close enough to touch him if he wanted to—and he did want to, but he didn't, because he respected Greengrass' wishes no matter how stupid and hurtful they were, "With me."
"And yet you're here," he said finally, taking another step towards Greengrass that effectively shattered the veil of separateness between them. He was in Greengrass' space now, close enough to touch him if he wanted to—and he did want to, but he didn't, because he respected Greengrass' wishes no matter how stupid and hurtful they were, "With me."
