"I guess. I don't know, I was worried about Henry and Regina was being ... how she is. It wasn't a good idea."
She pauses, wets her lip, trying to decide if what she really wants is to tell Mary Margaret everything -- the drinks, the conversation, the stupid French pick-up line, the way it felt to actually be wanted -- or if she just wants to crush it all into a little ball and throw it somewhere far enough away that she doesn't have to look at it anymore.
"I, uh. Ran into Michael."
She glances up now, a quick look full of trepidation. Mary Margaret's the best friend she's got. What's she going to think of her now? She's a mess and everything she touches turns into an even bigger mess.
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She pauses, wets her lip, trying to decide if what she really wants is to tell Mary Margaret everything -- the drinks, the conversation, the stupid French pick-up line, the way it felt to actually be wanted -- or if she just wants to crush it all into a little ball and throw it somewhere far enough away that she doesn't have to look at it anymore.
"I, uh. Ran into Michael."
She glances up now, a quick look full of trepidation. Mary Margaret's the best friend she's got. What's she going to think of her now? She's a mess and everything she touches turns into an even bigger mess.