stay your pretty eyes on course
"It was awful," Niki insists, despite knowing that Flora's truth ring will risk burning a brand around her finger with the words. His hands have come up to press at his pink cheeks now in exasperation, as if willing the colour to fade and for his composure to return, but whatever his tipsy conversation with Flora had unlocked at her party, it's refusing to get packed neatly away again.
"Fell asleep," he repeats, glancing up at her and trying not to laugh at how thoroughly put out she is at that being entirely it. And now that Niki is sober, he's both much more tight-lipped and articulate, but he's also able to offer context that seems incredibly necessary here.
"Flora, I have never... been with anyone like that, so if it was going to happen I would hope I would be sober enough to have remembered it," he tells her, succeeding in his usually dry tone despite the way the colour deepens at the tips of his ears.
"Fell asleep," he repeats, glancing up at her and trying not to laugh at how thoroughly put out she is at that being entirely it. And now that Niki is sober, he's both much more tight-lipped and articulate, but he's also able to offer context that seems incredibly necessary here.
"Flora, I have never... been with anyone like that, so if it was going to happen I would hope I would be sober enough to have remembered it," he tells her, succeeding in his usually dry tone despite the way the colour deepens at the tips of his ears.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
