[He rises an eyebrow at her and orders the drink anyway. He isn't going to comment on the food remark though if it's place in front of him he'll probably eat it.]
Uh - well - Not that I'm thinking of taking you home. Not right now. Or -
*Oh dear. She is not good with words at all and seems to just be digging a hole for herself*
What I mean is, if you were to get quite drunk and I was worried about you being vulnerable with all these women around, then yes. I would like to carry you home.
*Hopefully that makes more sense. It certainly does in her head. And actually, she finds she really doesn't like the idea of the women in the bar deciding to claim him. Still, she orders herself a soda this time, along with a basket of chicken and fries*
[Terrance releases a soft huff of air as the waitress comes back with his drink. He nods to her and takes a long sip of it before turning back to Sonico.]
I don't think anyone here intends to take him home.
[If he's drunk, he probably wouldn't mind but Terrance hasn't ever been so fortunate with girls.]
*When the food arrives, Sonico takes a frie, but then gently pushes the basket closer to Terrance so that he can easily help himself*
Oh?
*Sonico looks at him, a little surprised by his comment. He sounds so sure, and yet he's so handsome, so why wouldn't women try. Now she is staring, and she is more sure than she was before that he does look thinner, and so exhausted. Despite her good judgement shs reaches a hand out until her finger tips touch his, her voice soft and caring when she speaks*
Terrance...If you don't want to talk about it, then I understand. But you have to remember to look after yourself...
[Terrance blinks, clearly startled by her touch. He turns his head towards her and stares.]
I'm fine.
[His voice is raspy and he's trying his best to ignore her finger. He just wants to drink but his words are clearly a lie. Even Sonico will be able to hear how forced they are, as if he's trying to convince himself.]
*It was upsetting, knowing that something had obviously hurt him and seeing how hard he was trying to hide it. She moves a little closer to him, their shoulders touching. Sonico thinks about taking her hand away, but instead it moves so the fingers just lightly touch the back of his hand*
It is okay to be upset. Whatever happened, you're allowed to be hurt by it.
[Terrance takes another sip of his drink, if only to avoid replying to her. He has no idea what to say. He doesn't like yelling despite being a grump and rather unpleasant company.
Instead of saying anything he picks up a fry and slowly begins to nimble on it.]
*His silence worries her, but she doesn't want to push him. Sonico takes her hand back and uses it to pull her soda towards her, only drinking from it to try and fill the silence with something. She glances at him again, hoping that maybe he'll start talking. At least if he's eating then that's good too. Still, in her expression it is clear that she's worried*
I-if you're not going to talk about it, t-then I don't think you should be drinking about it either.
*It wasn't like Sonico to tell anyone want to do, and she is both embarrassed and scared as she says this. Still, she looks him firmly in the eye, her throat suddenly dry. She doesn't want to anger him but she's worried that she will*
*Sonico drops her hands on her lap, her shoulders hunches as she stares down at them. She is aware of her cheeks flushing red, ashamed at her reasons for drinking, and frightened to say them out loud*
For...a couple of reasons. I don't think we drink for the same reasons... Why do you drink? Why are you drinking now...?
[He asks in a distant sad voice, his drink remaining untouched. He's lost count of how much he's drank but he can feel it now and it blurs his senses and stops his usual quiet manner.]
This isn't even the worst Sonico. Leave like everyone does, I don't think I can feel the loss anymore.
[Terrance's fingers wrap around his drink and he downs it.]
*Sonico looks up at him suddenly in alarm, eyes wide and mouth open in shock*
I don't mean that at all! I mean that you were just busy getting on with your day and then I made you come here and I thought it would be fun but - I've just made you feel horrible by dragging up things.
[He wonders how many fucking times he's going to tell her that. She's one of the few people he goes out of his way for and yet she keeps getting down on herself. It's really annoying.]
I'm used to people leaving. [There is the root of his problems.] My parents didn't fucking want me and I don't expect anyone else too.
*The way he tells her that makes her feel like she's said the wrong thing, and she lowers her eyes in apology. But then she is really focused on him, her eyes steady as he speaks*
Oh... Oh Terrance. I'm so sorry to hear that. But - that isn't true. It might feel like that some times but that doesn't mean it's going to be true of everyone you know...
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Chicken burgers?
[He sounds sceptical.]
I'm not hungry. [Except he is.]
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*Though, she's kinda had enough chicken and would rather have some fries. Or cake*
You sure? You seemed to eat those chicken strips quick enough...
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They were here. I want another drink.
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*If she looked concerned before, now she was even more worried*
If I got some more chicken would you eat some? Or some fries?
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[He rises an eyebrow at her and orders the drink anyway. He isn't going to comment on the food remark though if it's place in front of him he'll probably eat it.]
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*Oh dear. She is not good with words at all and seems to just be digging a hole for herself*
What I mean is, if you were to get quite drunk and I was worried about you being vulnerable with all these women around, then yes. I would like to carry you home.
*Hopefully that makes more sense. It certainly does in her head. And actually, she finds she really doesn't like the idea of the women in the bar deciding to claim him. Still, she orders herself a soda this time, along with a basket of chicken and fries*
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I don't think anyone here intends to take him home.
[If he's drunk, he probably wouldn't mind but Terrance hasn't ever been so fortunate with girls.]
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Oh?
*Sonico looks at him, a little surprised by his comment. He sounds so sure, and yet he's so handsome, so why wouldn't women try. Now she is staring, and she is more sure than she was before that he does look thinner, and so exhausted. Despite her good judgement shs reaches a hand out until her finger tips touch his, her voice soft and caring when she speaks*
Terrance...If you don't want to talk about it, then I understand. But you have to remember to look after yourself...
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I'm fine.
[His voice is raspy and he's trying his best to ignore her finger. He just wants to drink but his words are clearly a lie. Even Sonico will be able to hear how forced they are, as if he's trying to convince himself.]
You shouldn't worry.
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*It was upsetting, knowing that something had obviously hurt him and seeing how hard he was trying to hide it. She moves a little closer to him, their shoulders touching. Sonico thinks about taking her hand away, but instead it moves so the fingers just lightly touch the back of his hand*
It is okay to be upset. Whatever happened, you're allowed to be hurt by it.
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Instead of saying anything he picks up a fry and slowly begins to nimble on it.]
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I'm not talking about it.
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*It wasn't like Sonico to tell anyone want to do, and she is both embarrassed and scared as she says this. Still, she looks him firmly in the eye, her throat suddenly dry. She doesn't want to anger him but she's worried that she will*
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[He doesn't look angry, a little annoyed, but not angry.]
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*Sonico drops her hands on her lap, her shoulders hunches as she stares down at them. She is aware of her cheeks flushing red, ashamed at her reasons for drinking, and frightened to say them out loud*
For...a couple of reasons. I don't think we drink for the same reasons... Why do you drink? Why are you drinking now...?
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[He sees no reason to tell her if she isn't going to tell him anything.]
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I drink because...because it makes me..more confident about myself. And it...it makes me feel..less alone...
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[He says this pointedly.]
We're the same.
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I wish I hadn't asked you to come here now... You'll drink yourself numb and then - in the morning - you might decide to just drink all over again.
*She sighs, long as slow, and takes another fry which she begins chewing thoughtfully*
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[He asks in a distant sad voice, his drink remaining untouched. He's lost count of how much he's drank but he can feel it now and it blurs his senses and stops his usual quiet manner.]
This isn't even the worst Sonico. Leave like everyone does, I don't think I can feel the loss anymore.
[Terrance's fingers wrap around his drink and he downs it.]
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*Sonico looks up at him suddenly in alarm, eyes wide and mouth open in shock*
I don't mean that at all! I mean that you were just busy getting on with your day and then I made you come here and I thought it would be fun but - I've just made you feel horrible by dragging up things.
But I - no. I'm not going anywhere.
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[He wonders how many fucking times he's going to tell her that. She's one of the few people he goes out of his way for and yet she keeps getting down on herself. It's really annoying.]
I'm used to people leaving. [There is the root of his problems.] My parents didn't fucking want me and I don't expect anyone else too.
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*The way he tells her that makes her feel like she's said the wrong thing, and she lowers her eyes in apology. But then she is really focused on him, her eyes steady as he speaks*
Oh... Oh Terrance. I'm so sorry to hear that. But - that isn't true. It might feel like that some times but that doesn't mean it's going to be true of everyone you know...
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[He glares at her feeling his head swim and his vision blur.]
What's changed since then?
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