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Though the Evening Sanitation Coordinator is nowhere to be seen, you can still feel it–an unreachable itch at the back of your consciousness.
“... Stan?”
Turning to face your driver, you blanch a bit as you see genuine concern form on his face as he stares at you expectantly.
Park, you stammer, park…
“You got it…” Pulling away from the curb, Talbot remains silent as you crawl back into the front of the car and slip on the shoe that fell off of your foot in the… <span class="mu-i">disturbance</span>. Squeezing into one of the few remaining spaces along the beach boulevard, Talbot puts the truck in park before checking up on you.
“Stan….” he mutters with growing worry in his voice, “Your nose…”
Feeling a faint tickle underneath your left nostril, you itch it and find a red splotch on your hand as you pull it away.
“Hang on a sec–I, uh… I think I’ve got a receipt or something you can wipe it on-”
The boy barely manages to retrieve a slip of old paper from the depths of one of the drink holders before you tackle his side and hold on for dear life! Feeling even more fluid drip from your eyes, you press your face into his shirt for a while before finally remembering what he’s wearing!
Panicked, you glance up at Talbot’s face as you try to fit an apology together in between sobs!
“Hey, no sweat, okay?” He says in a gentle voice as he brings you closer, “It’s just a stupid shirt…”
Letting you bury yourself in his chest for a few minutes, your bodyguard breaks the silence once you feel your nosebleed subside.
“So, uh…” He begins in an uncertain tone, “You’re, uh… you wanna talk about it?”
No, you whisper as you wipe your tears off on the non-bloody side of the receipt, not right now…
“... man, you’re… you must be perioding pretty hard, huh?”
Caught completely off-guard by his guess, your sobs switch to giggles as you give him a gentle punch in the shoulder! No, <span class="mu-i">dick!</span>
“Ow! I was just trying to, like, <span class="mu-i">commisery</span> with you! Jeez!”
Retaliating with a noogie, your giggle fit turns into a bout of ugly sob-laughter as Talbot’s knuckles tousle your hair around!
“Well if whatever it was comes back, just say the word!” He smiles as he wipes the few stubborn remaining tears off your face with his finger, “I’ll beat the shit outta’ ‘em!”
Yea, you stammer as you feel your voice return, they’d better stay the hell away from our date!
Emboldened by the mood change, you and Talbot peel out from the parking spot and nearly take out another car as you burn rubber towards your destination!
>CONTD.
