“They see Harrison Ford,” Robbie said plainly. If you thought a young Ford was cute, you liked Han Solo. “He’s got the same problem. So they do the right-ish thing in the end. So what? So did Stark, but I’d rather kiss Mole Man.”
His face said in no uncertain terms that either of these options would make him nauseous. The look fades when Vance turns. Robbie’s brain connects what he’s seeing to what he’d said and that little arm movement of Vance's.
Vance has a cleft chin. Oops. “Uh – yours doesn’t look that way. That’s just your face.”
He is terrible at compliments when they are meant sincerely, without any jokey banter to cover a potential bad reaction. “It’s cute. You, I mean.”
Robbie clears his throat and picked the normal conversation back up “I didn’t say Buffy was perfect. I wouldn’t go out with any of them either. It was just what I watched. I’ll watch your show too. It’s all good.”
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His face said in no uncertain terms that either of these options would make him nauseous. The look fades when Vance turns. Robbie’s brain connects what he’s seeing to what he’d said and that little arm movement of Vance's.
Vance has a cleft chin. Oops. “Uh – yours doesn’t look that way. That’s just your face.”
He is terrible at compliments when they are meant sincerely, without any jokey banter to cover a potential bad reaction. “It’s cute. You, I mean.”
Robbie clears his throat and picked the normal conversation back up “I didn’t say Buffy was perfect. I wouldn’t go out with any of them either. It was just what I watched. I’ll watch your show too. It’s all good.”