[She looks affronted for a moment, gosh Mitchell-]
Don't tell me you've never had someone say that to you before! Lean in during the middle of dinner and whisper it in your ear, I refuse to believe some girl hasn't tried that with you already-
[Well that's upsetting she doesn't want to think about another girl hitting on Mitchell, that's just offensive-]
[He gives her that smile again, the one nearly reserved for her and her alone. And he isn't sure about this, really, but-- it's Annie, isn't it. He's eaten dinners with Annie (so to speak), he's watched movies, he's sat right beside her on a sofa. How different can it be?]
[Really, he ought to tell her what he was going to tell her: about Lucy Jaggat, about keeping George away from her away from George--it's not like he's forgotten all of that, but-- he can't ruin this right now.
He'll tell her. Just not yet. Instead, he squeezes her hand again, gently.]
But, uh, let's not tell George about this first one. He'll make it weird.
[Well, that's the best distraction there ever was, so he cuts off with that reply and with that thought entirely, actually, with a grin--and then quickly turns so he can at least get a fast kiss in before she pulls back, a real one, none of this corners-of-the-mouth business.]
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Don't tell me you've never had someone say that to you before! Lean in during the middle of dinner and whisper it in your ear, I refuse to believe some girl hasn't tried that with you already-
[Well that's upsetting she doesn't want to think about another girl hitting on Mitchell, that's just offensive-]
Anyway, we both know it's not true.
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[It never ended well, for starters. And anyways, this is Annie, if she's going to start going on about--
Well, it's not that it's bad. It's a good thought. Definitely good. But--]
'Cause-- you're permanently wearing it? [That's what she means by 'not true', right?]
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[Pause. Well, except for the heroin chic thing]
And yes. Unfortunately.
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Anyway. There's a beat; he looks down at their hands and, after a second, squeezes at her hand.]
We could just... do the date, thing. Worry about ghost panties later. Right?
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Okay maybe they do.]
Yes! Real dating. Like real people.
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[He gives her that smile again, the one nearly reserved for her and her alone. And he isn't sure about this, really, but-- it's Annie, isn't it. He's eaten dinners with Annie (so to speak), he's watched movies, he's sat right beside her on a sofa. How different can it be?]
You just-- tell me when.
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All right, it's a deal!
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He'll tell her. Just not yet. Instead, he squeezes her hand again, gently.]
But, uh, let's not tell George about this first one. He'll make it weird.
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[Oh, oh, she just leans over to kiss him on the corner of the mouth. Don't be silly, Mitchell.]
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[Well, that's the best distraction there ever was, so he cuts off with that reply and with that thought entirely, actually, with a grin--and then quickly turns so he can at least get a fast kiss in before she pulls back, a real one, none of this corners-of-the-mouth business.]
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[She asks because it's a legitimate concern for her.]
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[He's still leaning in quite close to her; he flicks his gaze up to hers, with a little smile.]
It's just different, y'know? Tingly.
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You weren't just coming here for this, were you?
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Uh-- for your company as well, yeah, but--the kissing is nice--
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[She may be babbling a little]
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Annie.
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[That hushed her up a little.]
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[And he leans in quick again, just-- for a fast kiss, barely more than brushing his lips against hers.]
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Well that's a shock.
[Teasing!]
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[She sniffs]
Certainly more than you do with me.
[Still teasing!]
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