( the bartender-bot returns with a beer and clint doesn't look towards the movement visible in the corner of his eye, not for the moment. he does, though, drop his hand and shift his weight off the side of the bar to stand a little straighter, to at least pretend to give bobbi's question some thought. )
That's a trick question, ( he tells her with all the confidence of someone who's decided they're right, whether or not they're actually right. ) Because I don't think there's a colour you look bad wearing. (or taking off, is the unvocalised part of the reply, and his gaze drops, just a little. then, almost as quickly, he looks back up to meet her gaze.
(is this better than the alternative? is flirting and pretending they're not a better option than the bickering? the days-weeks-months of not talking or seeing each other at all? it doesn't feel like it's worse, but the other shoe always seems to drop sooner or later.) )
—Clashes with the purple, though. ( he adds after a moment, reaching for his drink and raising it to his lips. )
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That's a trick question, ( he tells her with all the confidence of someone who's decided they're right, whether or not they're actually right. ) Because I don't think there's a colour you look bad wearing. ( or taking off, is the unvocalised part of the reply, and his gaze drops, just a little. then, almost as quickly, he looks back up to meet her gaze.
(is this better than the alternative? is flirting and pretending they're not a better option than the bickering? the days-weeks-months of not talking or seeing each other at all? it doesn't feel like it's worse, but the other shoe always seems to drop sooner or later.) )
—Clashes with the purple, though. ( he adds after a moment, reaching for his drink and raising it to his lips. )