Room 323 [Thursday, Early Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Relaxing as days without classes could be, they did have a tendency to give far too much time to think, and over-think about just about everything that had gone on in the last week or so. There was a good lot of stuff that fell into that frustratingly complex category, and Effy had spent her day avoiding that, by being out and about and doing things, cold as it was.

It was only on the way back she'd noticed the overabundance of candy canes, grabbed a couple from the cafeteria and was sucking on one as she pottered around her room and returned a couple of calls from Panda and Tony.

It kept her oral fixation satisfied and was probably better for her lungs. Win win.

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

This, whatever the hell it actually was, was hardly something she'd turn down. Thinking about, and talking about what they were at this point, even for a short time, was exhausting. For once, that was a fairly easy question.

"Yeah," she agreed after a moment, lingering close to him. "This."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

They'd have to work on whatever the hell this was later. They'd gotten pretty damn far for one conversation even if it had been a little stilted and uncertain.

"Yeah," he said, giving her a small smile and vaguely wondered where that angry, brooding side of him had gone. Oh well. It was nice not to feel so on edge all the time. "Me too."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Later was getting to be a theme. They were so good at pushing things back and pushing things back, and avoiding.

And distracting from all that by losing themselves in the physical side, which was about what Effy was going to do now, closing those few inches to kiss him again.

Eventually. They'd figure it out eventually.