Honey watched him process what she’d said -- requested, really -- taking too long for the answer to be ‘yes’. She swallowed softly, chewed on her bottom lip, wondered if she should be more direct-- Might be better if I don’t. Honey nodded her head slightly, not taking her eyes off of him. “Might.†There was only one way to really find out but she stopped herself from asking; it didn’t seem like that sort of situation anymore, as much as she wanted it to be. They were back to something else, something more, something she had so much trouble navigating with him. It would have been so much easier if he’d just come inside. They could have shut each other up.
But she nodded again, aiming to seem more sure of herself this time. “Yeah, I’m just drunk.†As if that could excuse her behavior or her question. She held his gaze a little longer before she nodded one more time, pushing herself off the door frame and pulling her wand out to unlock the door.
She leaned on the doorframe again and caught his eye, her hand still on her door handle as if that could keep her on course. “I’ll--†see you, then, she wanted to say. It seemed like the wrong thing to say, despite how much of who they were together was based on chance encounters. “Thanks,†she said finally, keeping her gaze on his face, trying to convey her appreciation for bringing her home, for having a drink with her, for apologizing. It really would have made things easier if he hadn’t done that.
Honey offered half a smile before she slipped in the door as gracefully as possible. She was still a little (quite) drunk so she might have closed it behind her with more effort than she realized; she offered a, “Shit, sorry,†as it shut loudly, just less than a full-on door slam. She locked the door quickly and moved away from it before she could open it again and try to close it properly because she knew that was only an excuse to see him again.
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