Date: 2011-08-16 03:49 pm (UTC)
[ Philip takes only marginal notice of the vaguely uncomfortable look. Something else has caught his attention. ]

Yeah, she... Santana, I mean, I... know her.

[ He unwraps the jumbled mess of a sentence slowly, because after that he really isn't sure where he wants this conversation to go.

Philip almost counts the seconds, hoping that the need to dwell on that particular subject will pass in 21... 22... 23-- It doesn't.
]

I met her a few times myself, actually I- I actually just ran into her before I came down here and she--

[ He hesitates one last time. This is the thing you say after taking a deep breath, the thing you want to convey in a tone as neutral as possible, because there's probably a reasonable explanation or maybe it's you that's overreacting and yes, it's definitely that, you know it has to be, it's just that you-- ]

She asked me if an alien had eaten my eye because you told her that's what happened to yours.

[ It's just that you can't really stop yourself from feeling a little angry and betrayed. ]
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