Franzy just blinked at Stubby. It took her a moment to process everything he was saying. Because despite the yelling and gesturing he was clearly saying something that she wasn't expecting.
No, she really didn't listen to his songs after he left. She was hurting. Listening to those songs were the last thing she wanted to do.
She opened her mouth only to close it again. He still cared, practically admitted that he still loved her. What could she say to that. So she went with her gut instinct and threw her drink his face. Two years. Why couldn't he have said all that Two years ago. Or even just a year ago. Before all this mess with Darwin and Bertram.
"You are so stupid. You really should of said something a long time ago." she said leaning in, because she was so, so tempted to kiss him. Because if she was truly honest with herself, she had been waiting to hear that for ages.
She was barely an inch from kissing him when she stopped. This was all to easy. To easy for him to get back to her. Too easy for her to make a fool of herself again if she was wrong. She had to remember to stop making impulse decisions. She had no idea how she was feeling. She needed space. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before promptly turning on her heel and walking away.
Space she needed space. And another drink.
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