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Originally Posted by Tegz  "but sometimes..." Ugh he was going to say something lame and sensitive and what not. James glared at his friend, because if Finn repeated any of this, Jimmy would cheerfully throttle him, "Sometimes you just gotta cry. Let stuff out and all. Its not really fair to expect her to bottle it up, and unless you're in private, sometimes you just can't let it out."
Ahem.
Not that James S. Wilkes cried or anything like that.
"Well, why do you think she's... down? I mean, she always seems pretty happy and all whenever I see her."
Rufus climbed up Jimmy's leg and settled by his neck.
"Maybe she wasn't ready to talk to anyone. You can't talk if you haven't figured out what you need to say, or what you think about something. Thats what all that crying junk is for." He turned his head to eye his friend, the monkey's little tail half obscuring his vision.
"Well, so you care enough to mess junk up. Good for you." Hehe. Finn grinned at Jimmy. The guy had always been one for romance, but Finn had never heard him say anything sensitive like this. Finn was glad that there was nobody else in here. They both had a reputation to uphold. He shrugged, not really knowing what to say. Sensitivity ddidn't come naturally to Finlay, not at all, he had to work hard to be sensitive around Lexi. "I just doesn't want her to think she can't talk to me." Because he was her boyfriend, he was supposed to listen to her in times like this.
Why he thought she was down. "I'm not a mind reader James." He grinned, because well that would've been something epic for him to be able to do. "She just seems really weird since we got back after Christmas. Everything seems to get to her."
He cared enough to make mess up junk. "That is like me isn't it?" He grinned. He tended to mess things up a lot.
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