"Hey, that's my thing." It's more gentle than teasing, but true, too: she's not honest with her own feelings, because she doesn't know how to be, but she wouldn't suggest it as a coping mechanism for anyone else.
It sure doesn't work for her.
Wetting her lips, she frowns briefly at her whiskey before looking up again. "Want me to put the fear of God into him?" she offers, a faint little smile trying to tug past the sympathy on her face.
"Or, I mean, the Sheriff's Office. Or just me." She watches Mary Margaret, unsmiling despite the joke.
"He should know better. It's not cool, him coming by if you want him to stop."
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Date: 2012-04-17 08:29 pm (UTC)It sure doesn't work for her.
Wetting her lips, she frowns briefly at her whiskey before looking up again. "Want me to put the fear of God into him?" she offers, a faint little smile trying to tug past the sympathy on her face.
"Or, I mean, the Sheriff's Office. Or just me." She watches Mary Margaret, unsmiling despite the joke.
"He should know better. It's not cool, him coming by if you want him to stop."