He was good with laughter. Laughter did him just fine. He'd learnt a long time ago that good-natured laughter rarely stung, not if you didn't let it. For a little while, he even joined in, throwing back his head and laughing aloud.
When she flopped up against him, he stopped laughing, and rather hesitantly patted her on the shoulder. Even mildly drunk, he had enough of himself left to remember that he was trying not to give her the wrong idea. Still, it was remarkably nice, having someone relax against him that way, just two youths sitting together and being slightly intoxicated. Or, well, maybe more than slightly, judging by how limp and warm she felt.
"Hallelujah!" he said, covering all that with his usual veneer of silliness, and raised one hand in mock-praise. "Write it on my gravestone! Spread the word to every town! Tell my teachers they were wrong! I'm really not so bad!"
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Date: 2015-02-24 05:17 pm (UTC)When she flopped up against him, he stopped laughing, and rather hesitantly patted her on the shoulder. Even mildly drunk, he had enough of himself left to remember that he was trying not to give her the wrong idea. Still, it was remarkably nice, having someone relax against him that way, just two youths sitting together and being slightly intoxicated. Or, well, maybe more than slightly, judging by how limp and warm she felt.
"Hallelujah!" he said, covering all that with his usual veneer of silliness, and raised one hand in mock-praise. "Write it on my gravestone! Spread the word to every town! Tell my teachers they were wrong! I'm really not so bad!"