#honey|interaction.

“i know that but — yes, you should delete them.” it is a shame for memories to be wiped but honey truly does not want for anything to get out. “can’t you just… i don’t know… google me if you miss me?” it’s not the same and she knows it but it’s the best suggestion she has.

“i just... i really don’t think that relationships are for me. some people thrive in them and i  — well, i feel like i’m being suffocated.”

sprawled out on her make-up chair, despite the fact they finished adding the finishing touches to her a long time ago, honey finally cracks an eye open to glance towards her co-star. "you know, you're trying way too hard to be nice. it's actually kind of sickening, if you ask me. i mean... bringing coffee to the hair stylist?" she pulls a face before looking at herself in the mirror, leaning forward to clean up the eyeliner beneath her eye. "it's a little much."

"you should know, you owe me dinner. a very nice dinner."

“i suppose there is one upside to getting dressed up all nicely for these premieres,” honey mused as she stepped into her hotel room, shrugging off her jacket and kicking out of her heels. with that out of the way she turned to face her companion. “the evening coming to an end and being able to take it all off. unzip me?” 

“i have a premier and you are going to be my date!” on second thoughts, honey realised that demanding their presence probably wasn’t as effective as asking for it. “if you want to be, anyway. i hate going to these things by myself so i figured... you could come along?”

“i saw your latest campaign today...” honey’s face is schooled into something unreadable; her lips pressed together and her eyes expressionless. “looked pretty... provocative, you and that other model.”

“if they spend the whole night looking at one another like that, i might throw up.” fourth wheeling a couple on some contrived ‘blind double date’ isn’t honey’s idea of a fun evening, evidenced by the grimace on her lips as she looks towards the rather happy looking couple.