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 “Well, because--uuuhhh,“ how the fuck was he supposed to back pedal from this one. He couldn’t say that the fact that she actually enjoyed the joke rather than getting pissed off was not what he wanted. Now he just felt like a dick. “Well, because when you smile like that it makes me feel like maybe I was being a dick and I don’t think I should be subject to that,“ Church said finally. Hell no he’s not going to back pedal he’s going to own this joke he made and maybe the sort of upsetting nature of the joke.  “Besides, it reminds me of, uh... it reminds me of someone from back home and it’s a bit eerie,”

"I know I owe everyone answers, but there are things that do /not/ need to be discussed right now."

Tucker looks up at her, attention pulled from the gunk he’s been trying to clean off his boot for the better part of an hour. It’s not going anywhere fast and he’s so ready to be doing anything else. “Yeah, sure, what’s up?”

too slow :’/

He lightly kicks at her leg with his foot. “Hey, that’s not an off button. If you want me to shut up, there’s better ways to tell me,” but he says it lightly, cause he’s got a feeling that’s not why she did it.

A touch to his head almost makes him jump. He probably would’ve if he’d had any energy left. As it is, he only has the effort left to look up and blink slowly at Carolina, slightly leaning into the touch as she gently scratches at his head. Tucker manages a little half grin. “I’m good. Just... need a five minute break. Or like a five hour one. I think I’m dying. How’d you talk me into this again?”