[He almost makes a crack about home being too far away for him to get to, but doesn't. She's right, though; he should get the hell out of here. It's just really hard to see the logic behind why, when he's got her in his arms like this.
Saul turns his head, presses a kiss to her hair, and finally — finally pulls away completely. Without looking at her, he retrieves his coat from where it lay discarded on the floor, dusts it off, straightens it out, fidgets with the fabric until he realizes this is bordering on awkward, then stops.
The thing is, he's suddenly afraid to meet her gaze. Like the truth about what just happened is written all over his face and she'll see it if he's not careful, but — that's silly.
So he glances over just long enough to nod — yeah, he should go, and he is — and say:] See you around, Steph.
idk I didn't do it yet
Saul turns his head, presses a kiss to her hair, and finally — finally pulls away completely. Without looking at her, he retrieves his coat from where it lay discarded on the floor, dusts it off, straightens it out, fidgets with the fabric until he realizes this is bordering on awkward, then stops.
The thing is, he's suddenly afraid to meet her gaze. Like the truth about what just happened is written all over his face and she'll see it if he's not careful, but — that's silly.
So he glances over just long enough to nod — yeah, he should go, and he is — and say:] See you around, Steph.