[ He pinches the tip of Byerly's nose between two fingers, not unlike a cigarette, and gives it a wiggle that's meant to be apologetic, in lieu of a spoken apology for bringing it up that might only prolong his embarrassment. ]
And honestly, I don't think the odds were ever close enough for some snot to tip them one way or the other. You could have hawked something up right there, and I might have needed another few minutes to work up to it, but I still would have kissed you.
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No. No, you were perfect.
[ He pinches the tip of Byerly's nose between two fingers, not unlike a cigarette, and gives it a wiggle that's meant to be apologetic, in lieu of a spoken apology for bringing it up that might only prolong his embarrassment. ]
And honestly, I don't think the odds were ever close enough for some snot to tip them one way or the other. You could have hawked something up right there, and I might have needed another few minutes to work up to it, but I still would have kissed you.