Notes: This is the companion piece to Harm's. Mac's thoughts during the 'Lifeline' kiss.
STOP MAKING ME LOVE YOU - MAC'S
Am I out of my mind? Is he completely out of his? What the hell is going on here? I mean, obviously we're kissing, but...why? Since when did giving me his coat progress into a smooch session?
Pull away, Mac. Remember your fiancé? The one you should be kissing. Look the guy you ARE kissing in the eye. Apologize. Pretend nothing happened, like you always do. Go on as though nothing's changed. Get married.
Get married? How the hell am I supposed to get married after a kiss like this one? Breathe. Detach yourself from his lips. Why can't I pull away? How does he do this to me? And whatever it is he does, does he have to do it to me NOW?
I'm getting married. Think of Mic. Mic. I'm merely saying...goodbye to my best friend, whom I just happen to maybe still have feelings for. Yeah. That's it. Hell, I wish Harm said goodbye to me like this all the time.
NO! Think of Mic. And Renee. You know Renee. Bitch producer from hell who dates Harm. Bleached blond bimbo who stole his heart the way you always wanted to. But not anymore. After all, you love Mic now.
Oh, God. I love Harm. I must remember to thank my brain later for deciding to bring up that particular fact at this particular moment. He started the kiss, though. How am I supposed to interpret THAT?
I'm still kissing him. What's wrong with me? Am I really only saying (a lengthy and passionate) goodbye to my best friend and partner of four years? Or am I promising him something else...a beginning instead of an end? How do I know for sure what signals I'm sending him? Damn you, Harmon Rabb. And stop it. Stop making me have second thoughts about whether I'm marrying the right man. Stop making me go weak at the knees and cloudy in the head when I see you. Stop making me love you.
Breathe, Marine. Back away. Detangle yourself from his beautiful embrace. Stop loving him. Go inside. Marry Mic. Say goodbye.
STOP MAKING ME LOVE YOU - MAC'S
Am I out of my mind? Is he completely out of his? What the hell is going on here? I mean, obviously we're kissing, but...why? Since when did giving me his coat progress into a smooch session?
Pull away, Mac. Remember your fiancé? The one you should be kissing. Look the guy you ARE kissing in the eye. Apologize. Pretend nothing happened, like you always do. Go on as though nothing's changed. Get married.
Get married? How the hell am I supposed to get married after a kiss like this one? Breathe. Detach yourself from his lips. Why can't I pull away? How does he do this to me? And whatever it is he does, does he have to do it to me NOW?
I'm getting married. Think of Mic. Mic. I'm merely saying...goodbye to my best friend, whom I just happen to maybe still have feelings for. Yeah. That's it. Hell, I wish Harm said goodbye to me like this all the time.
NO! Think of Mic. And Renee. You know Renee. Bitch producer from hell who dates Harm. Bleached blond bimbo who stole his heart the way you always wanted to. But not anymore. After all, you love Mic now.
Oh, God. I love Harm. I must remember to thank my brain later for deciding to bring up that particular fact at this particular moment. He started the kiss, though. How am I supposed to interpret THAT?
I'm still kissing him. What's wrong with me? Am I really only saying (a lengthy and passionate) goodbye to my best friend and partner of four years? Or am I promising him something else...a beginning instead of an end? How do I know for sure what signals I'm sending him? Damn you, Harmon Rabb. And stop it. Stop making me have second thoughts about whether I'm marrying the right man. Stop making me go weak at the knees and cloudy in the head when I see you. Stop making me love you.
Breathe, Marine. Back away. Detangle yourself from his beautiful embrace. Stop loving him. Go inside. Marry Mic. Say goodbye.