It's an agreement, of sorts, just like the bottle of whiskey is an apology, just like her quips are really concern. Reading between the lines is an absolute necessity with Michael, and she's both weirded out and elated by the fact that she seems to be getting better at it.
They're too similar for her not to, she supposes.
Her mouth presses into a little smile -- amused, but not enough to brush away the memory of last night and the sullen heaviness of today's work.
"It was a crappy day. And when I tried to think of what might make it less crappy, I thought about coming to see you. So..." She makes an impotent, impatient little gesture, her smile sardonic.
"Here I am. I also heard a rumor regarding all you can eat crab, but I think that's probably off the docket for now, too, huh?"
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Date: 2012-06-13 06:19 am (UTC)It's an agreement, of sorts, just like the bottle of whiskey is an apology, just like her quips are really concern. Reading between the lines is an absolute necessity with Michael, and she's both weirded out and elated by the fact that she seems to be getting better at it.
They're too similar for her not to, she supposes.
Her mouth presses into a little smile -- amused, but not enough to brush away the memory of last night and the sullen heaviness of today's work.
"It was a crappy day. And when I tried to think of what might make it less crappy, I thought about coming to see you. So..." She makes an impotent, impatient little gesture, her smile sardonic.
"Here I am. I also heard a rumor regarding all you can eat crab, but I think that's probably off the docket for now, too, huh?"