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Justin Finch-Fletchley ([info]condign) wrote in [info]riddikulus,
Justin was more annoyed than relieved by Susan's willingness to just...drop everything she'd confessed to over the last few days. Did she honestly think that they'd be able to forget any of this ever happened? For one it wasn't like they had an oblivator on hand, and two...that's generally not how things like this worked. Justin could already foresee a great deal of tension if/when one of them made the step to really not take much care in what had happened over the last few days. The other party would act like they didn't care....but there'd be a new found tension that wouldn't be at all tasty.

Justin, being who he was, found himself strangely backed into a corner. Regardless of Susan's willingness to "cope" Justin was certain it'd be a nagging issue in the back of his head for the rest of the year. The situation would be something that he'd never truly forget and certainly not something he'd learn to appreciate. This was with out a doubt one of the reason's he'd not taken the news so well to begin with. And he recognized that he didn't like having things held over his head or looming in the background. It wasn't fair and above all else it made him feel guilty. And for Justin guilt was possibly the worst emotion ever. It had a tendency to sit and rot and smell of an everlasting bad mood.

While biting back the urge to tell Susan to stop bloody acting like it was so easy, he'd kept a firm focus on his shoes. Finally she asked the question he was certain one of them would bring up eventually. "Realistically," he offered slowly and with a shrug, "we're fucked." It was really as simple as that. "But the best way to deal with it would be to .... take things slow. I mean, I do like you, Susan. I just - I've just got other stuff going on right now...that needs to get settled first. And - well..." you've got a whole year a head of me on this business of liking more than friends.. "...we can see what happens. I mean, if you want." He offered her a glance to get a good read on her reaction.


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