[Considering the way they met, Stan has never mistaken Nill for an angel. In fact, he' been so wary of her at first. Though he'd worked toward being friendly to her -she really seemed like she could use some friends- he hadn't considered that she might not actually want him to. Reading the message on the screen is the first time it even occurs to him.
Does she think he was creeping on her? Is she disgusted by him? He can't even ask, with the big bite of sandwich still in his mouth. He can't seem to swallow it either, now that there's this weir tension between them. Mentally, he kicks himself. Sure, it went over fine at home, but those girls were his friends. They took him about as seriously as their dogs. Honestly he can't think of a single time in his life that anyone's felt threatened by him. Or even admired, no matter how he tried to drive the point across. They didn't even see him at all, let alone feel disturbed by him.
But you're not in Kansas anymore, dumbass. NIll isn't his friend and she isn't okay with...he's not sure. Best not to touch her a all, probably. It's now that he remembers, with some regret, that she's asked him this once before. When he didn't think she was real and he' touche her wing. She'd been pissed then, too. More than he'd realize at the time, off his face as he was.
He finally manages to swallow the bite of sandwich, but there's this bitter taste in his mouth to replace it. It's not anything to do with NIll, she has every right to tell him to back the fuck off if it makes her uncomfortable, that's fair. It's just the reminder that there use to be people who he could hug and tease and be himself around that stings. He might never see them again, and then what? Then he's some guy who lives in a barn and cons nice people into making him sandwiches to celebrate not dying this year...and then creeps them out and makes them regret it. That's...not a good thought. He tries to swallow around the bad taste again and nods, so that Nill knows she's been hear. Figuratively, at least. Even if it took her asking twice, months apart. He really is a dumbass.]
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Does she think he was creeping on her? Is she disgusted by him? He can't even ask, with the big bite of sandwich still in his mouth. He can't seem to swallow it either, now that there's this weir tension between them. Mentally, he kicks himself. Sure, it went over fine at home, but those girls were his friends. They took him about as seriously as their dogs. Honestly he can't think of a single time in his life that anyone's felt threatened by him. Or even admired, no matter how he tried to drive the point across. They didn't even see him at all, let alone feel disturbed by him.
But you're not in Kansas anymore, dumbass. NIll isn't his friend and she isn't okay with...he's not sure. Best not to touch her a all, probably. It's now that he remembers, with some regret, that she's asked him this once before. When he didn't think she was real and he' touche her wing. She'd been pissed then, too. More than he'd realize at the time, off his face as he was.
He finally manages to swallow the bite of sandwich, but there's this bitter taste in his mouth to replace it. It's not anything to do with NIll, she has every right to tell him to back the fuck off if it makes her uncomfortable, that's fair. It's just the reminder that there use to be people who he could hug and tease and be himself around that stings. He might never see them again, and then what? Then he's some guy who lives in a barn and cons nice people into making him sandwiches to celebrate not dying this year...and then creeps them out and makes them regret it. That's...not a good thought. He tries to swallow around the bad taste again and nods, so that Nill knows she's been hear. Figuratively, at least. Even if it took her asking twice, months apart. He really is a dumbass.]
Sorry. You okay?