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Snort.
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No. That wouldn't work. Did Eden McGee not understand that one Gabriel Banner was already pretending that certain things hadn't happened?! Or....attempting to, at least. It was bloody difficult, thank you. And.....Well, it never really worked. He'd consumed his weight in dreamless sleep potion...if she didn't believe THAT ONE to be true.
Sigh.
This is how the Clara dreams had started. Something innocent, kinda...and then...
Wow, his head really hurt. Hello, stress migraine.
"Don't tell Clara." Seriously. Don't. Gabe didn't want to deal with that backlash. It was one of those situations were a simple explanation would never be good enough and people would feel betrayed because of things he'd said...and MEANT, FYI.
Was that all?...After a few more moments of...awkward blinks and equally awkward staring, Gabe decided to extend the olive branch. A LITTLE. "This....could've been more awful, in theory." Translation: He'd enjoyed talking to her. Huh, who'd have thought Eden McGee could hold a conversation that didn't involve....things.
Right. Eden was prepared to hear that. 'Don't tell Clara.' She had never.....not told Clara something...and this would feel too weird to keep from her, but she'd certainly TRY not to tell Clara. But she was the best friend...the soul mate, the SISTER. Eden gulped and nodded.
"I'll...certainly try." She said softly as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Wait...did Eden detect a....hidden compliment? A very VERY hidden compliment? Had he enjoyed this, like, REALLY enjoyed this? Eden had, too, and to be frank, she was sad midnight had come and ruined it. It would have been better, say, if they had danced the night away, talked about silly things and...found each other out in the morning...alas, though, that wasn't how this night worked, and she frowned a bit...
"
I--yeah--you--you weren't terrible at dancing," she got out, her blue eyes flickering to the clock. And then she remembered he had commented on her eyes, and she felt her cheeks rise in a rosy blush.
"I, uh, tried not to..you know..st-step on your feet."
Sigh.
This was just too much. TOO MUCH.
"And your mask looks cool--and you DO have a nice jaw--and I WILL need your help tomorrow--" HA. IT seemed the compliments, sprinkled with a dash of OH PLEASE HELP was all flowing freely from her mouth at once.