PseudoLives
The Epitome of the Constantly Confused
Alex looked up with surprise. "Um, it's fine..." he said, actually not blushing for seemingly the first time since he'd been born. Alex sat back in his chair, setting down his pen. "So, Miss Amberson, what do you think you're having the most trouble with?"
Reuben's embrace loosened significantly at her words. "If you're uncomfortable with this being so soon, we don't have to... I'd be perfectly fine with us sitting apart."
Reuben's embrace loosened significantly at her words. "If you're uncomfortable with this being so soon, we don't have to... I'd be perfectly fine with us sitting apart."