“You know, I don’t sleep, really,” he says too casually. “So if you want to just… hang out or… “ His voice trails off. Does he sound like he’s hitting on him when he’s down? “I mean. If you’re feeling like you want someone to hang out with and talk to, I’m almost always free. No real. Social… commitments to speak of. Or. Anything.”
"A couple of people," he admits with a shy smile. "But whether I believe them depends on my mood." He expects Neal can relate today. He takes a sip of his drink. "We could do something to distract you. I'm good at squash and axe throwing, bad at pool and bowling. But willing to do any of the above."
"Pool?" He actually perks up a little at that. A distraction, any distraction sounds good right now. "I'm decent at squash, but--is there even an axe-throwing place in Gloucester?"
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"Yeah. I will be." He manages a smile, though he lets it be as fragile as it feels. Something that begs not to be pushed. "Thanks."
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“You know, I don’t sleep, really,” he says too casually. “So if you want to just… hang out or… “ His voice trails off. Does he sound like he’s hitting on him when he’s down? “I mean. If you’re feeling like you want someone to hang out with and talk to, I’m almost always free. No real. Social… commitments to speak of. Or. Anything.”
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