Broken Boulder thursday, i don't care 'bout you

he has a hard time believing zamael -- after all, he'd been barely a person, let alone capable of "grounding" anyone, and zamael had been so practical and efficient and good. still, he knows better than to argue the point, instead dipping his head and mumbling thank you, flinching at the way he says runion. remembering for a moment the grotesque scene. 

he does not get a chance to dwell. "the -- the scoop?" delight says, his voice jumping about three octaves higher than normal. "oh no, no scoop, i mean --- i mean we're friends, close friends even, and i'm very grateful to him but i would never, um, i would never do anything inappropriate about it, if that's -- i mean," haha, what, "that's -- well, and anyway." pause, and then whisper. "is it really that obvious?"

god he needs to be better at hiding his crushes doesn't he.