[This could be bad. It could be good too, but with Jimmy, Angela never knows which is which until it actually happens. And his response is enough to make her sit up, bare ass on the linoleum, legs crossed in front of it.]
[He's not exactly looking for a declaration of love here. He just wants to feel like he means something to her. He's not sure how to express that, though.]
Y'know. What the depth of those feelings are. 'cause I care for a lotta people, y'know, and carin' ain't the same as... as wantin' to be with someone, or really carin' about them. It ain't some kinda huge thing... I'm just curious.
[Angela sighs, carding a hand through her hair. She doesn't want to hurt him if he wants more than what she's willing to give. She hasn't even given him a title like 'boyfriend'. He's just a guy she enjoys spending time with, having sex with, and things like that. Her mistake was thinking it would be mutual forever.]
I can't lie and say I love you. But like I said, I care about you. If you're happy. If you're comfortable with what we have. [A beat.] But now I get the feeling you want more.
[Every time he's thought he's had it, it hasn't worked out. Love isn't all it's cracked up to be. He's content trying not to fall in love with other people. He often fails, but he doesn't expect it to be reciprocated anymore.]
I don't want anythin' more. I just wanted to know where we stood. That it wasn't just about the sex, y'know? That you like me as a person, too. It ain't about love.
[Angela doesn't believe him. It's just a feeling she gets and it runs down her spine far too chilly for her liking. Calling him out on it won't make matter any better or remove the awkwardness she feels around them. The only thing she can do is get to her feet and put her underwear back on.]
There's nothing to be sorry about. It had to come out sometime.
[She'll forever be a sucker for that smile, love or none. And she reaches down, cupping his chin so she can run her thumb along his cheek, feeling the beginning of a five o'clock shadow.]
[He kisses back, nice and slow and gentle, and then heads off into the living room, intending to flop down on the couch. This is nice. It's not love, but it's pleasant. And less distressing. He can live with this.]
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What is it then?
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[How the hell does he phrase this? Oh well, he might as well just blurt it out.]
Do you just like me 'cause of the sex, or could you, y'know, have feelin's for me?
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This is... something. Angela cares for him. She does very much and she can't lie and say she doesn't enjoy the sex, but if he's looking for more...]
Are you asking if I care about you? Because I do.
[Good, good. Answer a question with a question and avoid saying the L word.]
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[He's not exactly looking for a declaration of love here. He just wants to feel like he means something to her. He's not sure how to express that, though.]
Y'know. What the depth of those feelings are. 'cause I care for a lotta people, y'know, and carin' ain't the same as... as wantin' to be with someone, or really carin' about them. It ain't some kinda huge thing... I'm just curious.
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I can't lie and say I love you. But like I said, I care about you. If you're happy. If you're comfortable with what we have. [A beat.] But now I get the feeling you want more.
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[Every time he's thought he's had it, it hasn't worked out. Love isn't all it's cracked up to be. He's content trying not to fall in love with other people. He often fails, but he doesn't expect it to be reciprocated anymore.]
I don't want anythin' more. I just wanted to know where we stood. That it wasn't just about the sex, y'know? That you like me as a person, too. It ain't about love.
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[Somewhat a lie. She says she's not looking for it and by that, she means actively. She'll accept it if it falls into her lap. It hasn't yet.]
So that's where we stand. I like you. I enjoy your company. And if you ever needed anything, I will be there for you. The sex is just a perk.
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I should get dinner ready.
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[He smiles up at her. The smile is genuine, at least.]
Sorry I said anythin'. It was kinda a stupid time, I know.
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[She'll forever be a sucker for that smile, love or none. And she reaches down, cupping his chin so she can run her thumb along his cheek, feeling the beginning of a five o'clock shadow.]
And I have to. Or else we'll be hungry tonight.
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[He's getting himself up off the floor now. His muscles are stiff from being down there for so long, but it'd been worth it.]
You need any help?
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Nope. You go stretch that leg out.
[But not before she kisses him, tasting herself that's still on his tongue.]
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[He kisses back, nice and slow and gentle, and then heads off into the living room, intending to flop down on the couch. This is nice. It's not love, but it's pleasant. And less distressing. He can live with this.]