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[spysinspades]

[He hadn't seen her in weeks.

He still didn't think the fight was his fault.

That's why he hadn't brought flowers.

He was just being the bigger man. Because it totally wasn't his fault she'd gotten mad.

Totally.

And he totally hadn't hesitated on her front porch, dithering over knocking for half an hour.

Not at all.]

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[needsnomirror]

I thought you might prefer that.

[It's a flat-out lie. That night, she had even gone so far as to get ready, and only called it off at the very last minute, for reasons of stupid pride (and a certain amount of nervousness).]

I saw a recording of it, though.

[She couldn't help herself there.]

Would you like to come in?

[spysinspades]

[His mouth twists, but he doesn't call her on any bullshit.]

Yeah, okay. Sure.

[As he walks in, he pushes the flowers into her hand like he doesn't even care.]

Next time I wouldn't prefer it.

[He'd all but fucked up that one song.]

[needsnomirror]

[The gesture makes her smile nonetheless.]

I'll try not to misjudge you so horribly next time.

[It's hard to tell whether it had been a calculated move in the end or not.]

If you still require a 'next time'.