#thread: lisa

Dorian isn’t required to be in the office much, but that doesn’t stop him from internally whining like a dramatic infant when he is. The office environment just stifles creativity, in his humble opinion, and he’s reminded every minute he’s there how badly he needs a book of his to take off so he doesn’t have to suffer through it anymore. As soon as noon rolls around, he pushes away from his desk, making a beeline for the break room. He’s not even hungry, but just the idea of getting away and being around other people for an hour or so appeals to him a great deal. But, when he gets there, there really aren’t any people... Just one.

He’s torn between two instincts. The first is his fight or flight response - he’s scared out of his wits by recent revelations he’s had about his relationship with Lisa, and that makes him want to turn right around and go back to work. But the second, the instinct to spend any amount of free time he can manage to scrounge up with her, is much stronger. And he doesn’t want to think about what that means.

Dorian gives in to the latter feeling, shaking the former off as best as he can. If he’s going to give in and talk to her, he’s going to do it right. He strides into the room, passing each and every empty table and chair in favor of the one right beside her. When he sits down, he kicks his feet up onto the table (he knows it’s rude and improper, he just doesn’t care), leaning back and folding his hands in his lap. He merely looks at Lisa for a long moment, almost amused smile on his lips, before speaking. “How’s your day been?” He can’t help the way his gaze foolishly falls onto the ring on her finger; it’s the biggest reason why this whole thing is so fucked up, to begin with.