[At least she's accepting his decision. Even if, despite his spotty sleeping record, he'd probably get a few hours in from exhaustion alone.]
[But for now he wants to stay, and is glad that she doesn't try to push him further. And if he was being honest, he's enjoying the fact that she's enjoying herself so much. It's not as though he never sees her happy, of course; but this is a different kind of happiness. One that he can tell is because of his willingness to participate, and with a good mood to boot. Nanu figures he'll ride this wave as long as he can tonight, just for her.]
[Well...for himself, too. He won't deny that meeting back up with her was the cause of his mood effect. Even her enthusiastic hand-holding, or offering to have a drink before they crashed for the night. And in the back of his mind...the dance. Their dance, that sticks out as the golden moment of the evening despite his apprehension and denial. Their dance, where she let her guard down with him, and maybe destroyed some of the walls serving as his own as well.]
[He hadn't realized that he'd been thinking so deeply about it until Anabel comes to him with a glass of bubbly. Damn, and he was going to pretend to be asleep when she came back. He'd even missed her own pokémon being let out, now aware of them in his peripheral vision.]
Thanks. [he says as he takes the glass, giving her a nod.] Figures there'd be an effect. That was the reason I avoided the drinks at the shindig.
[Though he readily takes a sip anyway, fully trusting Anabel and what she says about its low effect. It's...awfully sweet—to him, at least. He doesn't dislike it; though definitely won't be drinking a lot of this particular wine.]
Yeah, well... work's not a conflict here. [Going back to what she said before describing the wine.] Hey, glad you had a good time...at first. Like I said, I kind of regret breaking off for so long.
[He scratches the back of his head, already knowing how she's going to reply.]
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[At least she's accepting his decision. Even if, despite his spotty sleeping record, he'd probably get a few hours in from exhaustion alone.]
[But for now he wants to stay, and is glad that she doesn't try to push him further. And if he was being honest, he's enjoying the fact that she's enjoying herself so much. It's not as though he never sees her happy, of course; but this is a different kind of happiness. One that he can tell is because of his willingness to participate, and with a good mood to boot. Nanu figures he'll ride this wave as long as he can tonight, just for her.]
[Well...for himself, too. He won't deny that meeting back up with her was the cause of his mood effect. Even her enthusiastic hand-holding, or offering to have a drink before they crashed for the night. And in the back of his mind...the dance. Their dance, that sticks out as the golden moment of the evening despite his apprehension and denial. Their dance, where she let her guard down with him, and maybe destroyed some of the walls serving as his own as well.]
[He hadn't realized that he'd been thinking so deeply about it until Anabel comes to him with a glass of bubbly. Damn, and he was going to pretend to be asleep when she came back. He'd even missed her own pokémon being let out, now aware of them in his peripheral vision.]
Thanks. [he says as he takes the glass, giving her a nod.] Figures there'd be an effect. That was the reason I avoided the drinks at the shindig.
[Though he readily takes a sip anyway, fully trusting Anabel and what she says about its low effect. It's...awfully sweet—to him, at least. He doesn't dislike it; though definitely won't be drinking a lot of this particular wine.]
Yeah, well... work's not a conflict here. [Going back to what she said before describing the wine.] Hey, glad you had a good time...at first. Like I said, I kind of regret breaking off for so long.
[He scratches the back of his head, already knowing how she's going to reply.]
It is nice.