Thnks for the reviews, I'm enjoying this.
Caia, seriously 1am? ok, I'll stop complaining about TWW showing at midnight right now.
Kursk, antier vi In Excelsis Deo! Espero hacerlo pronto. Great episode, both in and out of the J/D ship, I'm guessing it will be sort of a challenge for me and for this fic when I write that entry.
And now...
(The Crackpots and These Women)
Guilty face
Ok, I really hate the guilty face, specially when I have no clue as to why it is there. It frightens me, and makes me extremely worried, and kind of left out…
The day started out pretty normal, I was upset about Donald not calling. Actually, I'm still upset about it, I think I was quite adorable and got him hooked.
The weird thing is I wasn't really thrilled about going out with him, 'cause, truthfully, this "revolving door of local gomers" can get a tad boring at times. But I did expect his call, and when I expressed this very legitimate concern to my boss all I got was a snappy answer, which made this just another regular day.
And then, after he had the meeting with the NSC guy, something just wasn't in place. He avoided to look at me all day, and had the damned guilty face that I couldn't explain. It wasn't until night, when we were all at the chilli feast, that he seemed to get back to normal Josh.
I was getting a drink when he approached me and asked if Donald hadn't call yet. I was pleased he remembered the name, and could tell my answer didn't matter, he was just making light conversation, seemingly happy as if he had recently gotten rid of a burden. It felt great to have him again like that, being able to look me in the eye, and I'm not sure how, but I am certain he shared that same thought.