It was kind of suspect: him, Kira, alone at her place, hanging out on Christmas Eve. No big deal, nothing weird, just swap presents, eat junk food, and watch movies.
He was reading too much into it. Just because he was kind of hung up on her didn't mean she was hung up on him. She was into Scott, of course she was into Scott. They were just a couple of freak insomniacs who ate like stoners and were super geeks over weapons. Yes, she was an adorable little bundle of fox nerdery, and yes, he was occasionally guilty of staring at her ass.
It was a cute ass. Little and perky and just...
He was crazy for being suspicious. This was not a Night At Her Place. It was just...a night at her place. Friendly. Not...friendly.
And he was expecting nothing by showing up at her front door the forest green v-neck shirt Lydia made him buy 'cause she claimed it brought out his eyes, or the leather jacket Lydia claimed made his shoulders look hot. Which, of course, he doubted because shoulders were not a thing that was hot.
He was expecting nothing as he rang the bell and waited for Kira to answer.
And if he was raking a hand back through his hair when she opened the door, it had nothing to do with attempting to examine his reflection in the polished brass knocker on her front door.
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He was reading too much into it. Just because he was kind of hung up on her didn't mean she was hung up on him. She was into Scott, of course she was into Scott. They were just a couple of freak insomniacs who ate like stoners and were super geeks over weapons. Yes, she was an adorable little bundle of fox nerdery, and yes, he was occasionally guilty of staring at her ass.
It was a cute ass. Little and perky and just...
He was crazy for being suspicious. This was not a Night At Her Place. It was just...a night at her place. Friendly. Not...friendly.
And he was expecting nothing by showing up at her front door the forest green v-neck shirt Lydia made him buy 'cause she claimed it brought out his eyes, or the leather jacket Lydia claimed made his shoulders look hot. Which, of course, he doubted because shoulders were not a thing that was hot.
He was expecting nothing as he rang the bell and waited for Kira to answer.
And if he was raking a hand back through his hair when she opened the door, it had nothing to do with attempting to examine his reflection in the polished brass knocker on her front door.