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Mm. Well, I kinda met this great guy. Not that I'm the kinda girl who'd change her life around for a guy or anything. Or maybe I am. Who am I kidding? And what's so wrong about liking someone that much anyway?

[ they're doing the same thing, staring up at their respective ceilings, only gwen's got this pillow squashed in her arms. she loves it when he plays along too. ]

[ he laughs softly, back to feeling easy and good. it's great how she does that without even trying. ]

Absolutely nothing wrong with that. I'm sure this great guy would love hearing all that.

I dunno, he's kinda shy about his good qualities. [ she sighs dramatically, swinging her legs over the end of the couch. ]

Not that I let that stop me, of course. I'm kind of a jerk about it.

I think you might be helping him with that.

[ it's oddly sincere, for their kidding around, but then he goes back to that fake-pretend tone. ]

You know — and don't ask me how I know all this — but something tells me he doesn't think that's true.

I'd like to.

[ her own voice softens, letting the moment settle before she moves on. ]

I would hope not. I don't wanna be a jerk to him. He's kinda important to me.

[ eddie lets out a contented sigh, shaking his head even though she can't see. reflex. ]

You're not a jerk. Bet he thinks you know just what to say every time.

I apply scientific consideration to all my statements.

[ she's grinning, even though he can't see. ]

So this whole saying the right thing every time is a science?

[ he sounds on the verge of laughter. ]

You should start giving classes to the less fortunate in that department. You're clearly a pro. Or that's what that guy would say. Probably. Since I don't actually know him or anything.

It could be. [ she's on the verge of laughing too. ]

That guy makes me feel pretty important. Like - like I'm someone special. SOmething like that.

[ don't go getting all mushy now, gwen. ]

You are.

[ yeah, don't, gwen, because if you get mushy so will he, and you don't want that. ]

He'd be happy to know he makes you feel that way. S'kinda what he wants. Or, y'know, what I assume.

You're pretty good with your assumptions. I mean, you're a smart cookie. I've noticed.

[ she puts her hand over her eyes, still smiling. she doesn't seem to be able to stop. ]

[ he may or may not be grinning. one of those goofy love struck ones. ]

Have you? And yet I've got no idea who this mysterious guy might be. Feel like I'm really missing something there.