[ bradbury grimaces. never ask a woman "why," not unless you're prepared for sharp words thrown back in your face (presumably as retaliation for not being a mind reader) or an explanation at least an hour long. he takes another bite of his sub, resolved to ditch nelson at the earliest opportunity, but then lil asks him that and he chokes. ]
Sorry-- [ he coughs, thumping a hand against his chest in a vain effort to clear his throat. his voice is a little strangled, and he tries to tell himself it's from nearly dying via sandwich. he's crude as hell, and to some extent he's gotten used to lil's more outrageous comments -- but they usually don't involve her personal life. flustered and caught off guard, he raises a hand to the back of his neck to rub at the flush, willing it away.
who the hell asks a question like that? ]
Well... usually makes it seem like she got taken for a ride, right?
[ more importantly, why is he answering it with actual thought? ]
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Sorry-- [ he coughs, thumping a hand against his chest in a vain effort to clear his throat. his voice is a little strangled, and he tries to tell himself it's from nearly dying via sandwich. he's crude as hell, and to some extent he's gotten used to lil's more outrageous comments -- but they usually don't involve her personal life. flustered and caught off guard, he raises a hand to the back of his neck to rub at the flush, willing it away.
who the hell asks a question like that? ]
Well... usually makes it seem like she got taken for a ride, right?
[ more importantly, why is he answering it with actual thought? ]