[Oh, shit, he thinks, belatedly, because of course he'd only been teasing, he'd been thinking he was talking to Katherine, to someone who could and would shove him away. He pulls back, pushing the back of his wrist against his mouth.
(Stupid. Fucking stupid, and he hates that hot shame curling in his stomach, though it had been an accident; he hates it so he covers it with anger-- not anger at Mahdi, but anger at himself, and he tries like hell to keep it under wraps, because there's no way the angel won't think it's the former and not the latter).]
Nah. You ain't. Go on. I'll see you after, yeah? If you want.
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(Stupid. Fucking stupid, and he hates that hot shame curling in his stomach, though it had been an accident; he hates it so he covers it with anger-- not anger at Mahdi, but anger at himself, and he tries like hell to keep it under wraps, because there's no way the angel won't think it's the former and not the latter).]
Nah. You ain't. Go on. I'll see you after, yeah? If you want.