Loki wishes he could be surprised, though he was surprised at how the answer made something swell in his chest - a hope, a happiness that Paul was still unattached. He didn't have to deal with the idea of Paul with someone. He wanted Paul to be happy, of course, but- Them miserable but together was better than Loki gut wrenched and alone.
Loki didn't consider himself attractive but he was painfully aware of Paul's - arresting eyes, soft and unobtrusive until he was pissed. Until he took up all the air in the room with his too quiet and somehow devastatingly weighty threats, the way every movement was suggestive. Loki wasn't the only one that those good ol' God fearing girls stared at. Paul was taller, more handsome - Loki didn't have a chance standing next to him.
He smiles a little despite himself and fishes a pen out of his breast pocket. "Surprised you didn't lift it off the paperwork." A napkin is pulled over and Loki scribbles down his numbers, fresh out of business cards. He didn't like business cards - anyone could find one and get a hold of him. He was paranoid about that.
Why wasn't Paul interested? It felt like something else that shouldn't be discussed in public, so Loki doesn't ask.
"I don't keep regular hours so you can call whenever. I'll pick up if I can." Once the pen is in his pocket, Loki picks up his fork again.
"You gonna hang around town for a few more months then?"
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Date: 2023-08-26 04:37 pm (UTC)Loki didn't consider himself attractive but he was painfully aware of Paul's - arresting eyes, soft and unobtrusive until he was pissed. Until he took up all the air in the room with his too quiet and somehow devastatingly weighty threats, the way every movement was suggestive. Loki wasn't the only one that those good ol' God fearing girls stared at. Paul was taller, more handsome - Loki didn't have a chance standing next to him.
He smiles a little despite himself and fishes a pen out of his breast pocket. "Surprised you didn't lift it off the paperwork." A napkin is pulled over and Loki scribbles down his numbers, fresh out of business cards. He didn't like business cards - anyone could find one and get a hold of him. He was paranoid about that.
Why wasn't Paul interested? It felt like something else that shouldn't be discussed in public, so Loki doesn't ask.
"I don't keep regular hours so you can call whenever. I'll pick up if I can." Once the pen is in his pocket, Loki picks up his fork again.
"You gonna hang around town for a few more months then?"