[It's not something he's proud of- needing someone right now so damn much. But it's not like it's exactly his fault, either. Valeria had more of an effect on him than he ever thought she would- then again, in a way it is his fault. He never should have given in and gotten with her. It went against everything he'd ever done in his life. But it was easier here, when he had less worries and shit. Getting close to someone seemed like less of a bad thing.
As it turned out, that was fucking wrong because it made you pine after a fucking cop with a bad attitude.
A small, amused smirk twitched at his lips, but when Blake followed up with the next part, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Suddenly he felt tense and nervous. He told himself that if Blake said no, it would be okay. Bro wasn't going to fucking beg for it, after all. He'd accept that Blake just wasn't down for it and try and move the fuck on. He could find someone else.
His eyes were studying Blake intently, trying to get a read on him. He could tell the man was conflicted and he wanted to say something reassuring, but what the fuck could he say? Bro had already spilled his life story. He'd already done everything he could do to make Blake trust him. It was up to Blake now.
And then finally, that nod. It's like a weight is lifted and he can relax again. A smile spreads across his lips, probably the most genuine expression he's worn in a while. He'd fucking won. He did it. Blake had finally given in. It felt fucking great. For Blake's benefit, he stayed at the table for a moment so no one would get the wrong idea that they were too close or something, and then he stood up and headed for the exit.
That's where he stays, waiting for Blake to come out. When Blake is back in earshot, he'll say,]
You won't regret this. I fuckin' swear. You'll have the time of your life.
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[It's not something he's proud of- needing someone right now so damn much. But it's not like it's exactly his fault, either. Valeria had more of an effect on him than he ever thought she would- then again, in a way it is his fault. He never should have given in and gotten with her. It went against everything he'd ever done in his life. But it was easier here, when he had less worries and shit. Getting close to someone seemed like less of a bad thing.
As it turned out, that was fucking wrong because it made you pine after a fucking cop with a bad attitude.
A small, amused smirk twitched at his lips, but when Blake followed up with the next part, he couldn't bring himself to say anything. Suddenly he felt tense and nervous. He told himself that if Blake said no, it would be okay. Bro wasn't going to fucking beg for it, after all. He'd accept that Blake just wasn't down for it and try and move the fuck on. He could find someone else.
His eyes were studying Blake intently, trying to get a read on him. He could tell the man was conflicted and he wanted to say something reassuring, but what the fuck could he say? Bro had already spilled his life story. He'd already done everything he could do to make Blake trust him. It was up to Blake now.
And then finally, that nod. It's like a weight is lifted and he can relax again. A smile spreads across his lips, probably the most genuine expression he's worn in a while. He'd fucking won. He did it. Blake had finally given in. It felt fucking great. For Blake's benefit, he stayed at the table for a moment so no one would get the wrong idea that they were too close or something, and then he stood up and headed for the exit.
That's where he stays, waiting for Blake to come out. When Blake is back in earshot, he'll say,]
You won't regret this. I fuckin' swear. You'll have the time of your life.