[ A hard glance up to the ceiling, duh, as she smiles, meeting his eyes again and moving over to finally stand in front of him. ] Yeah. We're okay. If that's okay with you. If there's something you need to say, you can. I can take it. [ She grins, reaching out for one of his hands, weaving her fingers with his. ] And I -- I know there's, like, this difference of time, which makes me feel a little Marty McFly, but. [ Her bottom lip juts out as she bites lightly down on it. ]
I'm okay if you're okay, and. I like we better than...not being we. [ Er...awkward, Jenna. But, you did just have sex. That day. ] But, I'm not...assuming anything, either. [ What a polite way of saying she understands if this doesn't equate to being together. Dating. ] We never officially made up, anyway. [ ... Jenna. ]
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Date: 2017-05-05 04:55 am (UTC)I'm okay if you're okay, and. I like we better than...not being we. [ Er...awkward, Jenna. But, you did just have sex. That day. ] But, I'm not...assuming anything, either. [ What a polite way of saying she understands if this doesn't equate to being together. Dating. ] We never officially made up, anyway. [ ... Jenna. ]