"Hey, being the middle child of nine means I have to learn modesty," he says with a grin.
"And I'd carry you over the shoulder," he says with a playful look, smirking around his cup of coffee. "Like a bag of potatoes. Nothing romantic."
He regrets the choice of word the second it's past his lips, but there's nothing that can be done about it beyond taking a sip of his coffee and moving on as though he hadn't said anything.
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Date: 2019-01-29 11:13 pm (UTC)From:"And I'd carry you over the shoulder," he says with a playful look, smirking around his cup of coffee. "Like a bag of potatoes. Nothing romantic."
He regrets the choice of word the second it's past his lips, but there's nothing that can be done about it beyond taking a sip of his coffee and moving on as though he hadn't said anything.
Because he hadn't, right? Right.