mightbeconcussed | ★ 60 [Video

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[Lucy is pacing through the store, adjusting last minute vases of roses, straightening bottles of perfume, tubes of lotion and bubble bath as she goes. She's got a few candles lit and scattered around the store. There's a table with coffee, sweet tea and lemonade along with various pastries and cookies near the register. Everything is as ready for opening day as Lucy can possibly make it. She takes a deep breath, runs her hands down the skirt of her red dress and unlocks the front door.]

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[He gulps as she gets closer, wanting to reach out to her but not knowing if that's okay yet.]

Your feet'll get cold living in a box. You're gonna need the shoes.

[Honestly she's not sure if it is either. She's playing this by ear and doing the exact opposite of what she really wants to do in most cases, which would be hug him really tight and just hang on for a while.]

Speaking of. You didn't happen to pick mine up when I left them in the alley during the whole serious face suicide pact curse, did you? [It's become her official name for the curse and she feels incredibly nervous bringing it up but they were really awesome shoes.]

Unless there's a high heel fetish I didn't know about. In which case, why didn't you tell me and keep them, enjoy them. Please don't wear them.

[He ducks his head to hide the red that rushes to his face, hair shielding his eyes.]

Huh? Oh, yeah. [A pause.] They're kind of, uh, back at my place, though. [He'd meant to bring them, had thought about returning them every day since the incident, running through different scenarios in his mind. But he'd rushed out so quickly that nearly everything had slipped from his mind.] I didn't wear 'em or anything, though. Uhmm, next time, I'll...

[She laughs a little awkwardly and shakes her head. She knots her hands in front of her to keep herself from stepping forward and brush his hair out of his eyes.]

It was a joke. Tiny feet. I don't think you could wear them even if you wanted to.

[She bites her bottom lip, sucking on it a moment before she pulls it through her teeth.]

It's okay. They can live at your place for a while.

[Which is some how significant. If he's got her shoes, he has to keep talking to her and he can't forget about her because he's got her shoes there. And it's like having a toothbrush at his place, without the practicality so it seems like less commitment.

It could also just be cracked and only make sense or be significant to Lucy.]

[Neil's face falls a little-- he's misinterpreting this to mean something along the lines of "I don't want to see you again for a while." But he lifts his head again and blows at the fringe of his hair to get it out of the way, remembering that Jill told him he'd have to be persistent.]

If you want. They're gonna miss you, though.

[Her brows pull together a bit, trying to interpret that look. Really, they'd both be better off if they'd just say what they were thinking or, god forbid, ask. She gnaws on her bottom lip some more, clearly struggling with a decision.]

We could work out visitation. I can't just uproot a pair of shoes like that. They've already got abandonment issues from me leaving them. I don't want to pile separation issues on top of that because they've probably gotten attached to you.

[Yeah, she's not just talking about the shoes here.]

Visitation would be good. We could do that.

[He chances a small smile now, scratching his nose to cover it up half-way.]

Okay. So maybe this weekend I could stop by and bring like Chinese and a movie or something.

[Lucy nods and takes a shallow breath, rocking back on her heels a moment. Only she's not that graceful so her eyes go wide a moment as her ankle twists, she loses her balance and reaches out to grab Neil.]

[He reaches out, startled-- and there is definitely something to be said for video-game-trained reflexes-- and grabs her by the elbows, maybe just a touch hard in the surprise. He freezes like that, and slowly lets his eyes move up to meet hers, looking both apologetic and questioning.]

...Uhmm...

[Lucy looks up at him wide-eyed, her hands on his biceps, not quite forcefully gripping but not quite resting there either.]

I--Can--

[She gives him a little, almost sad smile, frozen for a moment while she struggles with whether she wants to hug him or step away. The struggle with the decision is evident on her face. After a moment she sighs, gives in and slides her arms around his waist, her cheek going to rest against his chest. Even with the ridiculous, accident prone heels, she's stupid short.]

I miss you.

[It's just barely a whisper.]

[He hesitates for a moment, and then hugs her. Because they're already half-way there anyhow, so he decides it must be okay. Besides, she said...]

...I miss you too.

One of these days I won't be crazy. [Don't hold your breath. She is working toward being more secure and trusting him with her heart. When she gets there, there will be less of the difficult.]

[He pulls back enough to look at her face, but he's not letting go.]

You're not crazy.

I mean, not crazier than everyone else, anyway.

[Lucy gives him a sort of grateful smile then bites her bottom lip.]

Date crazy girls often?

Don't really date anyone often. But I mean... kinda.

[She kind of gives him a half way grin.]

At least your sticking to type and is that 'I don't date because I have commitment issues' or 'I don't date because I don't ask girls out'?

In the interst of full disclosure I would be number one.

Erm. 'S long as we're full disclosuring, it's... kinda more like "Don't date 'cause girls don't like me" in my case.

[She looks up at him, resting her chin against his chest.]

You have stupid girls in your world.

Maybe. [And, okay, he's smiling.] ...'Mean, 'least, none of 'em were like you, so.

Well duh. [Smiling is good. Encouraged even. She purses her lips, considering things a moment before she takes a step back.] Okay, I should probably work. There's free bubble bath in it for you if you want some though.

Oh, right. 'Cause, you work here. [He... may have sort of forgotten what was going on there for a moment.] Oh, and uh, sure. [He's not sure if he'll have any use for bubble bath, but it's free and it's from Lucy so it seems like it would be silly to turn that down.]

I own it. I'm totally an entrepreneur now instead of a not quite but almost ex trophy wife. [She's clearly very proud of this fact. It's a big step in the very right direction which is very far from the Master. Despite the fact that he bankrolled it. She reaches down to take his hand so she can tug him in the right direction.]

So sexy bubble bath or relaxing? [Well clearly she'll have to help him figure out a use for it.]

I... what? Those are things? [He pretty much thought bubble bath was just bubble bath.]

Those are totally things. [She picks up a bottle of bubble bath and uncaps it holding it out for him to smell. It's a spicy, slightly musky, warm and rick 'sexy' scent.] That's sexy.

[He gives it a good sniff. Oh, it smells like things, and not just soap. This is a revelation to Neil.] What's the relaxing one?

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