[ Baby's had a long day. With Gamora leaving Cadelle, the responsibilities of B-Sides had gone back solely to him, and while he could handle it, it was an amount of pressure he hadn't felt in a little while. He'd gotten used to the easier rhythm he'd allowed his life to get to, and the easy feeling of working with Gamora.
There's also a bit of restlessness to it, maybe - maybe a little reckless, too, an itch under his skin, something screaming for him to get some space. He hasn't gone on a drive by himself for a while, just some time for him to set his head straight, to breathe.
It's probably why Sansa's offer suddenly rubs him the wrong way. It's not that he doesn't adore her, because he does. He does, but he's also spent every evening, if not entire days with her since their relationship became more serious, and he feels ready to burst at the seams. It's not her fault, and he knows that, but he can't help himself, as he moves away from her on the bed, shifting so that he's sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor, his back to her. ]
It's okay, Sansa. You don't have to do that, all the time.
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There's also a bit of restlessness to it, maybe - maybe a little reckless, too, an itch under his skin, something screaming for him to get some space. He hasn't gone on a drive by himself for a while, just some time for him to set his head straight, to breathe.
It's probably why Sansa's offer suddenly rubs him the wrong way. It's not that he doesn't adore her, because he does. He does, but he's also spent every evening, if not entire days with her since their relationship became more serious, and he feels ready to burst at the seams. It's not her fault, and he knows that, but he can't help himself, as he moves away from her on the bed, shifting so that he's sitting on the side of the bed, feet on the floor, his back to her. ]
It's okay, Sansa. You don't have to do that, all the time.