[Drinks, too. They're going to hang out, probably more often than he hangs out with her. And why not? He probably likes Diego better than he likes her. Who wouldn't? Everyone does. There's always someone whose company is preferred over Vanya's. That's how it's always been.
She can hear something creaking, and though her hand is white-knuckled around her phone, she knows she's not strong enough to make that happen. A bit of plaster drops to the floor in front of her, and she manages to pull the phone away from her mouth just before she takes a sharp breath, holding it at her side while she closes her eyes and tries to just breathe.
This is stupid. This is so stupid, she shouldn't be upset at all. She just has to - stop, just stop being upset. That's all.
When she brings the phone back to her face, she's making an effort to sound measured, normal. Not put out, not disappointed or angry. She can't make it to excited, but that's okay: when has she ever been excited for her birthday?]
No, no, it's okay. I mean, just - I'll see you there anyway, right? It's not that big. --I mean, it is, it's kind of a huge place, but they're probably closing off a lot of it for the party, so - um, have fun tonight, and I'll. I'll see you next week.
[And she hangs up because that is the fastest way out of a conversational nightmare.]
that's fine I didn't need my heart today anywayyyyy
[ Another long pause follows and Derek's stomach knots tighter and tighter. He doesn't know why she's upset, but she's clearly upset and, for that, Derek feels bad. He's hurt his first real friend here and that hadn't, obviously, been his intention.
When she finally speaks again, her tone has changed again, like she's trying to stay calm or like she's trying to hide the fact that he's upset her. He opens his mouth on several occassions to speak, but he'd have to interrupt her to do it, because she doesn't give him a chance to cut in and he doesn't want to be rude on top of it.
But then by the time he does get a chance to say something, he realizes she's hung up.
...how did he screw this up already? They've known each other for a month, tops. Only Derek could manage to crash and burn a friendship that fast.
He pulls the phone from his face belatedly and, yep, the call has ended. His arms falls limply to his side and he drops his head back, frowning and closing his eyes. ]
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She can hear something creaking, and though her hand is white-knuckled around her phone, she knows she's not strong enough to make that happen. A bit of plaster drops to the floor in front of her, and she manages to pull the phone away from her mouth just before she takes a sharp breath, holding it at her side while she closes her eyes and tries to just breathe.
This is stupid. This is so stupid, she shouldn't be upset at all. She just has to - stop, just stop being upset. That's all.
When she brings the phone back to her face, she's making an effort to sound measured, normal. Not put out, not disappointed or angry. She can't make it to excited, but that's okay: when has she ever been excited for her birthday?]
No, no, it's okay. I mean, just - I'll see you there anyway, right? It's not that big. --I mean, it is, it's kind of a huge place, but they're probably closing off a lot of it for the party, so - um, have fun tonight, and I'll. I'll see you next week.
[And she hangs up because that is the fastest way out of a conversational nightmare.]
that's fine I didn't need my heart today anywayyyyy
When she finally speaks again, her tone has changed again, like she's trying to stay calm or like she's trying to hide the fact that he's upset her. He opens his mouth on several occassions to speak, but he'd have to interrupt her to do it, because she doesn't give him a chance to cut in and he doesn't want to be rude on top of it.
But then by the time he does get a chance to say something, he realizes she's hung up.
...how did he screw this up already? They've known each other for a month, tops. Only Derek could manage to crash and burn a friendship that fast.
He pulls the phone from his face belatedly and, yep, the call has ended. His arms falls limply to his side and he drops his head back, frowning and closing his eyes. ]
Son of a bitch.