[ Pace yourself, buddy. Well, you can't really go wrong with not fucking somebody. You don’t actually like tequila at all, do you.
A bunch of things Mace finds himself wanting to say to Ian, one after the other — a bunch of things he ends up keeping to himself because Ian’s still talking and what he’s saying next is, in fact, a lot more informational than the tragic tale of Montezuma. Mace’s gaze goes a tad sharper, looking carefully for how he says things now, as well as what he says.
The chase, like it’s a bad thing. Mace doesn’t know about that, figures what Ian’s describing is something everybody’s guilty of to some extent. Seems pretty logical to him — you like somebody, you focus on why you like ‘em, end up liking them more and more. Although he supposes the eventual downside is that people are inescapably a sum of their parts, but.
Is it really an idealistic pedestal if half of it is real? ]
Oh, if I’m royalty, then you’re Sir Party Animal, at the very least.
[ Reaches over and taps the nearest shoulder to him with a solemn air and something of a twinkle in his eyes, knighting him with an imaginary sword. Sir Ian, though, huh? It does have a nice ring to it. ]
Gotta say one thing before I take my turn with storytime. I don’t think what you did was all that bad. The guy you were into, he could've just as easily made the first move as you. Not like he asked you out and you told him to get fucked, right? He can share some of the blame.
[ A shrug as he takes the rest of the first shot, watching Ian’s face over the rim of his glass. Mace is a big believer in facts, and an even bigger believer in accountability. From where he’s standing (sitting, whatever), it’s beginning to seem like Ian tends to take a little too much accountability, and pretend like everything's okay under the weight of all of it. ]
As for me, though, I dunno. I made all my crazy dating mistakes before college. Well, except for … [ Slowing down, now. Because that’s really not true, and arguably his biggest mistake had taken place right before Icarus II had launched. And not a day had gone by in the next year and a half that he hadn't had to see it staring him right in the face. Just the memory of it has him contemplating his second shot and then downing it in one go, before declaring: ]
There was this girl. [ And then stopping abruptly, pausing to give Ian a look that’s a mixture of amusement and frustration, both entirely directed toward himself. ]
I’m not really a good storyteller, just warning you. Probably gonna sound like an evening news report.
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A bunch of things Mace finds himself wanting to say to Ian, one after the other — a bunch of things he ends up keeping to himself because Ian’s still talking and what he’s saying next is, in fact, a lot more informational than the tragic tale of Montezuma. Mace’s gaze goes a tad sharper, looking carefully for how he says things now, as well as what he says.
The chase, like it’s a bad thing. Mace doesn’t know about that, figures what Ian’s describing is something everybody’s guilty of to some extent. Seems pretty logical to him — you like somebody, you focus on why you like ‘em, end up liking them more and more. Although he supposes the eventual downside is that people are inescapably a sum of their parts, but.
Is it really an idealistic pedestal if half of it is real? ]
Oh, if I’m royalty, then you’re Sir Party Animal, at the very least.
[ Reaches over and taps the nearest shoulder to him with a solemn air and something of a twinkle in his eyes, knighting him with an imaginary sword. Sir Ian, though, huh? It does have a nice ring to it. ]
Gotta say one thing before I take my turn with storytime. I don’t think what you did was all that bad. The guy you were into, he could've just as easily made the first move as you. Not like he asked you out and you told him to get fucked, right? He can share some of the blame.
[ A shrug as he takes the rest of the first shot, watching Ian’s face over the rim of his glass. Mace is a big believer in facts, and an even bigger believer in accountability. From where he’s standing (sitting, whatever), it’s beginning to seem like Ian tends to take a little too much accountability, and pretend like everything's okay under the weight of all of it. ]
As for me, though, I dunno. I made all my crazy dating mistakes before college. Well, except for … [ Slowing down, now. Because that’s really not true, and arguably his biggest mistake had taken place right before Icarus II had launched. And not a day had gone by in the next year and a half that he hadn't had to see it staring him right in the face. Just the memory of it has him contemplating his second shot and then downing it in one go, before declaring: ]
There was this girl. [ And then stopping abruptly, pausing to give Ian a look that’s a mixture of amusement and frustration, both entirely directed toward himself. ]
I’m not really a good storyteller, just warning you. Probably gonna sound like an evening news report.