Will smiled at how easily Molly had accepted the request, how understanding she always was, how in tune they were. One of the reasons Will had never particularly like dating was that it had always been a lot of work, doing things that didn't interest him, having to sort out what the other person wanted when they insisted on being opaque about their desires. But Molly wasn't like that. She was upfront and authentic and genuine, unafraid to share her truth, conscious of her own feelings even as she was considerate of his. It made him relax, because he could just be without having to perform. She wasn't looking for an act, she wanted him as he was, raw and unpleasant as it sometimes could be.
"I'm looking forward to it too," he told her, his grin shifting to something a bit more sheepish. "Actually, I was thinking, depending on how things go tonight, there are things we could do that wouldn't risk prolonged eye contact," he said, and he was prepared to tell her, but only if she wanted to know.
"In the meantime," he offered, allowing her to help him stand, "Eating would be good. And I'm looking forward to your interrogation, if I'm honest," he said, squeezing her hand and guiding her toward the hamburger stand.
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Date: 2015-12-21 04:53 pm (UTC)"I'm looking forward to it too," he told her, his grin shifting to something a bit more sheepish. "Actually, I was thinking, depending on how things go tonight, there are things we could do that wouldn't risk prolonged eye contact," he said, and he was prepared to tell her, but only if she wanted to know.
"In the meantime," he offered, allowing her to help him stand, "Eating would be good. And I'm looking forward to your interrogation, if I'm honest," he said, squeezing her hand and guiding her toward the hamburger stand.