[If they shared again. If. Well, it was good to know that his people skills were every bit as terrible as Bruce had accused them of being.
Looking away to hide the bright flush of embarrassed shame, he pulled back his hand and once more used his lemonade to cover his inability to just be fucking normal. Why had he said all that? What on earth had given him the idea that this powerful, intelligent man in front of him had any desire to know his sordid history? Yeah, there had been a moment when it had felt like they'd shared something, but Edward's disgusted face made it exceptionally clear that he'd drastically misunderstood.]
Right, well...I don't think my cooking would be up to snuff, anyway. I cook for a six year old and my gear head of a best friend, I'm not a fancy guy. Better to just leave it up to the professionals.
[He managed a small smirk, though it didn't touch his eyes as he popped a fry into his mouth.]
So, when is Greene's last day? Please tell me they're throwing a party and I can 'accidentally' trip him into his own cake.
[Work was a much safer topic. He'd yet to choke on his own boots at one of Edward's work functions. It helped that he was playing a character and not trying to figure out how to be authentic. No one expected him to be anything more than a pierced and tatted hooligan and he could lean into that, just like when he'd still let his family drag him to events. It was a familiar role.]
XD Completely valid
Looking away to hide the bright flush of embarrassed shame, he pulled back his hand and once more used his lemonade to cover his inability to just be fucking normal. Why had he said all that? What on earth had given him the idea that this powerful, intelligent man in front of him had any desire to know his sordid history? Yeah, there had been a moment when it had felt like they'd shared something, but Edward's disgusted face made it exceptionally clear that he'd drastically misunderstood.]
Right, well...I don't think my cooking would be up to snuff, anyway. I cook for a six year old and my gear head of a best friend, I'm not a fancy guy. Better to just leave it up to the professionals.
[He managed a small smirk, though it didn't touch his eyes as he popped a fry into his mouth.]
So, when is Greene's last day? Please tell me they're throwing a party and I can 'accidentally' trip him into his own cake.
[Work was a much safer topic. He'd yet to choke on his own boots at one of Edward's work functions. It helped that he was playing a character and not trying to figure out how to be authentic. No one expected him to be anything more than a pierced and tatted hooligan and he could lean into that, just like when he'd still let his family drag him to events. It was a familiar role.]