[ Grace is totally taking advantage of how large her house is, but she doesn't actually expect him to come running. She makes an attempt to collect herself. Even if she was hurt, she didn't really like the idea of some guy seeing her cry.
They never understood the catharsis that was The Angry Cry.
Her jaw feels a little tight from the effort to keep her expression neutral when she finally turns but she's quick to look away, leaning a hip against the counter awkwardly. She's a little more subdued than her usual self when she finally cuts in on his rambling. ]
I know... that you definitely have no idea what street cred is.
[ Was that a joke? Possibly a pointed one, but she's trying to pretend she didn't just cry over a boy she was barely friendly with. Pathetic. Taking a deep breath, she shrugged. Not that she's not flattered. What he's saying is... sweet. And she's grateful for an apology that actually seemed sincere. ]
To me? No. They don't usually see me for me, so there's that.
[ Hold on... ]
Did you really say 'dilapidated RV'? How dilapidated?
Like, possible staph infection dilapidated? And I hate germs, so...
[He is unkempt, not unhygienic. That's totally different.]
You should... Probably get your money back. Makin' you cry is definitely a violations of the Terms and Conditions of whatever this is.
[She will notice that he makes no attempt to leave her however, instead maintaining a very respectful but comforting distance between them.]
I'll stay the rest of the time though. I know I can make sure that you understand the homework, at least. And...
I know what it's like to feel like you just can't count on anybody to be there for all the bad stuff. 'Cause things can get pretty bad, sometimes. And even if you're loaded, I'm... Sure there's stuff that even money can't fix.
[The AV club was a good place to spend his time, much like all his little hobbies. But when it came to talking about how his father's death had made him feel, or how hard it was to be the man of the house when he had just barely turned eighteen, they really weren't the best at conversation.
And even with his mother's two jobs, the health insurance they can afford really can't cover therapy.]
[ She's fast to deny the offer to get her money back. He hasn't moved yet, even with the implications. It's something she's not used to; tears were something to be had behind closed doors, away from sight. ]
Let's just press rewind on this afternoon okay? We just had a misunderstanding. It's fine. You're fine. I want you to stay.
[ Pushing off the counter to step closer. She offers her hand for a handshake...
That she probably won't let go of because she's kind of vulnerable and he's... nice. Sorry. ]
Next Tuesday will be better.
[ One day she'll find out about his life and be perfectly happy to listen, but for now she's in a place of just leading him upstairs. By the hand. This poor boy. ]
[ If it isn't it is now. Soft lady hands, my dude.
Honestly, she's offhandedly aware it might be a little weird that she's dragging a boy to her room by the hand (and there's a mortified flash of heat that climbs along her neck she valiantly ignores)... but not weird enough to let it go.
Even with his face going red too. ]
I'm sorry that I took it personally.
[ They're at her room again and she seems a little fidgety. There's a slight grin. ]
I'm also sorry I said you were like everyone else. That wasn't fair. Now that we've established we're awesome, shall we?
[It's not as though either of them know what the rules are for this kind of thing, anyway. And, are there? There is no is one universal code that dictates every deep interpersonal connection between two people. In fact, the terms must be negotiated as both parties see fit.
He smiles at that little vote of confidence. Grace may be used to faking it till she makes it, but Simon has yet to adopt this mentality.
When they both sit down at her desk, he takes one final glance at her homework, and then looks back up at her, smiling.]
Okay! We'll start with what needs the most work- Let's getcha up to speed on all things past tense.
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Date: 2021-05-11 03:09 am (UTC)They never understood the catharsis that was The Angry Cry.
Her jaw feels a little tight from the effort to keep her expression neutral when she finally turns but she's quick to look away, leaning a hip against the counter awkwardly. She's a little more subdued than her usual self when she finally cuts in on his rambling. ]
I know... that you definitely have no idea what street cred is.
[ Was that a joke? Possibly a pointed one, but she's trying to pretend she didn't just cry over a boy she was barely friendly with. Pathetic. Taking a deep breath, she shrugged. Not that she's not flattered. What he's saying is... sweet. And she's grateful for an apology that actually seemed sincere. ]
To me? No. They don't usually see me for me, so there's that.
[ Hold on... ]
Did you really say 'dilapidated RV'? How dilapidated?
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Date: 2021-05-11 03:20 am (UTC)[He is unkempt, not unhygienic. That's totally different.]
You should... Probably get your money back. Makin' you cry is definitely a violations of the Terms and Conditions of whatever this is.
[She will notice that he makes no attempt to leave her however, instead maintaining a very respectful but comforting distance between them.]
I'll stay the rest of the time though. I know I can make sure that you understand the homework, at least. And...
I know what it's like to feel like you just can't count on anybody to be there for all the bad stuff. 'Cause things can get pretty bad, sometimes. And even if you're loaded, I'm... Sure there's stuff that even money can't fix.
[The AV club was a good place to spend his time, much like all his little hobbies. But when it came to talking about how his father's death had made him feel, or how hard it was to be the man of the house when he had just barely turned eighteen, they really weren't the best at conversation.
And even with his mother's two jobs, the health insurance they can afford really can't cover therapy.]
Like how much people suck, geez.
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Date: 2021-05-11 03:50 am (UTC)Let's just press rewind on this afternoon okay? We just had a misunderstanding. It's fine. You're fine. I want you to stay.
[ Pushing off the counter to step closer. She offers her hand for a handshake...
That she probably won't let go of because she's kind of vulnerable and he's... nice. Sorry. ]
Next Tuesday will be better.
[ One day she'll find out about his life and be perfectly happy to listen, but for now she's in a place of just leading him upstairs. By the hand. This poor boy. ]
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Date: 2021-05-11 03:56 am (UTC)Okay.
[Welp, nevermind. Simon is just gonna be red as a cherry tomato as she leads him back up the stairs.]
I really didn't mean to hurt your feelings.
I'm sorry I did.
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Date: 2021-05-11 04:14 am (UTC)Honestly, she's offhandedly aware it might be a little weird that she's dragging a boy to her room by the hand (and there's a mortified flash of heat that climbs along her neck she valiantly ignores)... but not weird enough to let it go.
Even with his face going red too. ]
I'm sorry that I took it personally.
[ They're at her room again and she seems a little fidgety. There's a slight grin. ]
I'm also sorry I said you were like everyone else. That wasn't fair. Now that we've established we're awesome, shall we?
[ from the top! ]
end!!!
Date: 2021-05-12 04:42 pm (UTC)He smiles at that little vote of confidence. Grace may be used to faking it till she makes it, but Simon has yet to adopt this mentality.
When they both sit down at her desk, he takes one final glance at her homework, and then looks back up at her, smiling.]
Okay! We'll start with what needs the most work- Let's getcha up to speed on all things past tense.