"Oh..." he replies, casting his eyes down toward the table, not able to look at her at the moment. "I didn't..." Grant pauses, bring his hand to his face again, rubbing gently at his forehead.
"Everything was wonderful. The food. The condo. You. I...I didn't want to screw any of that up..." he murmurs, trying to buy a little time. Somehow, he'd hoped he could keep this from her forever.
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Date: 2006-12-24 06:38 am (UTC)"Oh..." he replies, casting his eyes down toward the table, not able to look at her at the moment. "I didn't..." Grant pauses, bring his hand to his face again, rubbing gently at his forehead.
"Everything was wonderful. The food. The condo. You. I...I didn't want to screw any of that up..." he murmurs, trying to buy a little time. Somehow, he'd hoped he could keep this from her forever.