for: @sterlingxlevin
cont. from: here.
"No worries. That's what I do now. I'm Mr. Show's-Up."
Well, he fucking hated that he said that and thought it sounded anything but goofy, but he was rarely good in situations where he felt nervous and that was most of them these days when he was around Sterling.
The round trip to the counter to order and collect their drinks and his subsequent return took no longer than five minutes, placing her iced latte in front of her while he just stuck with a regular black coffee. No doubt it was going to make his heart race like he was on the verge of a cardiac episode, but that sensation felt oddly comforting to him, a reminder of days gone.
"Firstly, I owe you an apology." He tells her as he straightens up in his chair, though he knew that referring to that as a singular debt was almost laughable. He owed her at least a dozen, but he went with the latest of his infractions.
"I shouldn't have ambushed you like that at home when I got back. It was stupid and thoughtless and immature and a bunch of other things I'm trying actively not to be and I don't think I did a very good job of showing that that day by just landing on your doorstep. I don't really have a good excuse for it, I just wanted to see you."
