Clarity
He wasn't supposed to like her.
And he sure as hell wasn't supposed to watch her.
She wasn't even interested in him.
She was interested in Danny.
Danny was interested in her.
She didn't even know him.
He wanted to know her.
He wanted to know her intimately.
I gotta stop doin' this to myself.
It wasn't like he stalked her or anything. It was just that, sometimes, he watched her. That's all. Just observed. Quietly. From the sidelines.
After all, being observant was part of his job.
And really, it wasn't like he was doing any harm. He was just… Admiring the view. Besides, he figured the only reason he wanted her because he couldn't have her. It probably wasn't anything more than that.
He never said anything, never did anything, never gave the slightest indication that he felt anything. That wasn't how he did things.
Besides, the girl clearly wasn't interested.
That should have been enough to divert his attention elsewhere.
But he couldn't… He couldn't help but feel like he'd got the short end of the stick on this one. Every time he saw them together, he felt a little stab… It wasn't jealousy… It wasn't resentment. It was that he felt he'd been wronged… He'd never gotten a chance.
Messer didn't do relationships. He did women… Oh, he did all kinds of women, but not relationships.
Monroe… She was a relationship girl. She was an 'all in' kind of girl. She was a 'shit or get off the pot' girl.
Deep down, he knew she'd have been better off with him than with Danny.
Flack did relationships.
He respected women.
He didn't kiss and tell.
Danny did.
It was so clear to him that he was the better choice.
So why was she with him?
OK so that's my drabble… Thanks for reading!