"Good luck with that," he says dryly, grabbing a random book and thumbing through the pages, catching some of the words but not really paying attention to any of it. He thinks maybe it's not such a great thing that he's never even considered himself the hero of his own life story, there's just never been a hero there in general. He can't even remember the last time he'd wanted to be sexy for anyone, not since high school and Shauna Mercier and that had been a short-lived fantasy, to say the least.
Still, the fact that Cosette treats him like he's better than that makes it easier to remind himself that he does and that he thinks he does, too. He's just not great at the follow through part of getting what he wants.
"I'll concede to making you my sidekick. Your first duty is to come up with our aliases." He leans forward, stretching out his aching back and officially deciding that sitting in the same position for the past three hours is doing his body no favors. He pushes off the floor and onto his knees, stretching his arms out wide before fixing Cosette without a thoughtful expression. "I suppose I wouldn't mind chocolate cake or bad sci-fi."
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Date: 2014-05-21 11:23 pm (UTC)Still, the fact that Cosette treats him like he's better than that makes it easier to remind himself that he does and that he thinks he does, too. He's just not great at the follow through part of getting what he wants.
"I'll concede to making you my sidekick. Your first duty is to come up with our aliases." He leans forward, stretching out his aching back and officially deciding that sitting in the same position for the past three hours is doing his body no favors. He pushes off the floor and onto his knees, stretching his arms out wide before fixing Cosette without a thoughtful expression. "I suppose I wouldn't mind chocolate cake or bad sci-fi."