A/N. This is set during the last shot of 2x15.
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Daniel:
Why wouldn't Betty be in love with him? He was Daniel Meade. Daniel Meade. He repeated in his head proudly, trying to salvage the last remains of his ego as he watched Betty embrace her boyfriend and kiss the life out of him and his lanky frame.
He felt the need to have to repeat it a few more times as his stomach sunk at watching Betty and Henry's display like some sort of a pervert.
He was alone again. Unloved. Unloveable. He was Daniel Meade and he was being childish. He was relived that Betty didn't think of him like that... wasn't he?
Daniel couldn't answer that. Not honestly anyway. He watched Betty's body hugged tight against Henry's until he could take no more - and transferred that attention to next month's covergirl... a much safer choice.
Amanda:
Ew. Ew. Ew. Why do they have to kiss right in front of my desk? Can't they see that they're disrupting the whole office? What do they think this is?
Amanda stared out at the two who acted like they hadn't seen each other in a month. It was too bad the whole Gio facade didn't work at splitting them up.
Henry's glasses were tilted to the side as Betty kissed him. Suddenly, it wasn't Betty who was kissing him, it was Amanda tossing the glasses aside giving him a porn-star style kiss that would rival anything Betty could do in the Mode offices. Amanda had done worse that this on days that she wasn't even trying to sleep with anyone.
She snapped back from her fantasy. He could do sooooo much better. She repeated to herself as she watched the hem of his sweater vest. And maybe one day when he was free from that horror show called Betty she would show him what kinky office action was all about.
That was such a Hemanda episode - squee! It will happen. Just keep watching!