[Huh. Well, that was suspiciously vague. Merton wasn't quite sure he wanted to know what counted as a "wee singe" to Rowena, but the fact that she'd honestly tried was alarming enough on its own.]
[As she continues forward with the topic of his relationship with Tommy, it becomes clear that she's not just mocking him, and somehow that makes it more mortifying. Teasing he could handle, been there done that, but an honest, strait forward conversation about his feelings toward his friend? Couldn't she just set him on fire? That would be simpler, he wouldn't have to have this conversation and it would probably be more entertaining for her. A win-win, really.
At the mention of best friends making the best lovers his face turns a brilliant shade of pink, and he can't quite keep himself from glancing around the room on instinct, like the figments of his memories might overhear. Catching himself, he squeezes his eyes closed and shakes his head.]
O-Okay. There's no considering happening. There's really nothing to even consider. I don't think about him that way, and I'm not exactly his type. [Which, knowing the kinds of girls Tommy went for, that might be the understatement of the century. Quickly realizing that wasn't the best point to lead with though, he pushes forward with the next.] More importantly, there are certain aspects of our friendship that would make suggesting that...that kind of relationship arguably unethical.
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[As she continues forward with the topic of his relationship with Tommy, it becomes clear that she's not just mocking him, and somehow that makes it more mortifying. Teasing he could handle, been there done that, but an honest, strait forward conversation about his feelings toward his friend? Couldn't she just set him on fire? That would be simpler, he wouldn't have to have this conversation and it would probably be more entertaining for her. A win-win, really.
At the mention of best friends making the best lovers his face turns a brilliant shade of pink, and he can't quite keep himself from glancing around the room on instinct, like the figments of his memories might overhear. Catching himself, he squeezes his eyes closed and shakes his head.]
O-Okay. There's no considering happening. There's really nothing to even consider. I don't think about him that way, and I'm not exactly his type. [Which, knowing the kinds of girls Tommy went for, that might be the understatement of the century. Quickly realizing that wasn't the best point to lead with though, he pushes forward with the next.] More importantly, there are certain aspects of our friendship that would make suggesting that...that kind of relationship arguably unethical.