[His lips twitch, amused, just a hint of a twinkle in his eyes.] No, you look good. I look old and withered and gnarly.
[She's right, though, it's been a while. He's become more and more of a hermit over the years, grouchy and withdrawn. He still tries to be good but it's paired with a disillusionment and jadedness that leaves him with a short fuse and impatience for other people's bullshit, prone to picking fights. Ginger takes him out of that mindset sometimes, if for a little while, and Flynn remembers better days and warmer nights, and company.]
It comes at the best time. [He's having such a bad day, really.]
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[She's right, though, it's been a while. He's become more and more of a hermit over the years, grouchy and withdrawn. He still tries to be good but it's paired with a disillusionment and jadedness that leaves him with a short fuse and impatience for other people's bullshit, prone to picking fights. Ginger takes him out of that mindset sometimes, if for a little while, and Flynn remembers better days and warmer nights, and company.]
It comes at the best time. [He's having such a bad day, really.]
Missed you, too.