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[dishearten]

( pizza is delicious and better with friends. or maybe he would take just about any excuse to be with her, instead of alone. it's a bit bothersome how much he prefers her company, now, because he knows there are limits to how much they can be together. )

Considering what happened to the last few, I'm going to run out eventually.

( he's kidding, but Emma pants work better when the buttons stay on them. )

I'll be there soon?

( she just ordered it, she might not want him around until it gets there. it's not impossible. )

[sheriffing]

You're telling me? You should see my underwear drawer.

[Or not, but it's going to be empty if he keeps tearing them off of her.]

Alright, soon.

[Sooner, if he wants. He doesn't offer, so she doesn't say so.]

[dishearten]

( he wisely decides not to tell her that he has no interest in her underwear unless it's already on her. it's true ... just probably not something she wants to hear. he can maybe try not to rip it in the future, though.

maybe. )

Five minutes.

( that's about how long he needs to put shoes on and walk to her door. he doesn't see why he needs to put on much more than what he's got on. he usually likes his layers, but today they just seem too time consuming. )

[sheriffing]

See you in five.

[She doesn't like layers. Tearing them off might be a form of accidental revenge - but she's smiling that he agreed to pizza before she even cuts the feed.]