@WEAKERDOG a light chuckle escaped her lips , a smile gracing her features as she offered a freshly manicured hand.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ cecily ... or cece — whichever you'd prefer. ”
@WEAKERDOG she scolds herself internally for the snappy response. thinking before she speaks isn't a strength of her's. she let out a sigh , turning her whole body around to face him.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ ...i'm sorry— that came out harsher than i intended. ”
carefully , she observes as he works — seemingly enthralled by whatever he was doing. even if she didn't 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 recognize its purpose. this triggers the pivot , something that was all-too-common with her.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ well ┈
He gives a shrug, saying nothing, he’s been maxed out of responses. She will have to come later. And therefore he buries himself in his work, grabbing the concrete wheelbarrow and beginning to fill the hole with concrete.
Cece needed to slow down with things, and he worried +
her head tilts , expression dumbfounded from what was ( in comparison to what he * 𝖚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 opted to say ) a borderline monologue.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ guess that makes sense. ”
she responded , finding her gaze lingering ┈
Sammy was only 23, he did not have the wisdom of a monk to give to Cece. He was still navigating life as a first time human. He pauses, placing the shovel on the ground.
This conversation has gotten really long, he’s sort of overwhelmed, but would never say that. He turns to +
being less impulsive .ᐣ well that would 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 take a * lot of work on her end. cece hardly put a lot of thought into things like this , never looking to put her own well-being first ─┈ only to satisfy whoever she was with. ┈
A gentle shake of his head, tossing brown and red dirt to the side, the small dirt hill becoming taller. No, not stupid, just inexperienced. And maybe she needed to take time and think of things instead of saying what came to her mind immediately. Be less impulsive.
“No, need +
┈ hues panned to watch as the dirt hill became taller. tempted to ask if he needed help , but knowing sammy took pride in the work he did.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ but how am i supposed to get experience without being impulsive .ᐣ it's ┈
she would be dishonest if she had said that she too had known what a good relationship looked like. all she had as references were 𝒉𝒆𝒓 parents and her 𝖔𝐰𝐧 relationships. and , well , ask how that's going. ┈
Approaching the hole he was digging, he paused and turned to look at her, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He didn’t want to see this happen again to Cece. The on again off again business was never good.
Sammy has never had a girlfriend but he had a good +
┈ instinct. just a small , genuine smile as lips parted.
⠀⠀ ︎ ︎︎ “ thank you , sammy — ”
she responded , perhaps still on the 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 side that he opted for verbal reassurance.
carefully she takes the glass into her hand all while keeping eyes 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 upon sammy. though he was a man of few words , it seemed he truly did have a way with them. digits ran mindlessly along the glass , wiping the ┈
“Keep them high.” He says, downing the rest of the pink lemonade. He felt so much better after that.
Sammy says that but he would bet money that he will hear about Josh again very soon. Pattern recognition and this vicious cycle.
Handing the glass back to Cece, he picks up +
┈ condensation with no particular goal. but then , he spoke once more. and it caused her hand to cease the mindless act. fairly rarely was she ever reminded that she deserved better. and for once , a long rambling wasn't her ┈