Maybe. You know, I thought I saw a pig fly by on my way over.
[He couldn't put his finger on the reason for his extra efforts, either. It's not an apology. Maybe he picked a bad time to start dating someone else, but the fault there lies with both of them. It seems like an affront to someone to apologise for that. Then again, neither had he wanted to hurt her. It's still a strange and fragile feeling just knowing that he could.
The paperwork, quietly backing her up to House, it's all just a way of letting her know he's still there, as if sitting in her apartment past midnight with nothing more to show for it than a cup of tea he made himself isn't sign enough. He's not going to go until he's told, and then not until he's sure being alone for the night is really what she wants.]
Those war games the other week opened up a few new parts of the island. We could be due an influx anytime soon.
☞ But there's nothing there to see, no one in sight
[He couldn't put his finger on the reason for his extra efforts, either. It's not an apology. Maybe he picked a bad time to start dating someone else, but the fault there lies with both of them. It seems like an affront to someone to apologise for that. Then again, neither had he wanted to hurt her. It's still a strange and fragile feeling just knowing that he could.
The paperwork, quietly backing her up to House, it's all just a way of letting her know he's still there, as if sitting in her apartment past midnight with nothing more to show for it than a cup of tea he made himself isn't sign enough. He's not going to go until he's told, and then not until he's sure being alone for the night is really what she wants.]
Those war games the other week opened up a few new parts of the island. We could be due an influx anytime soon.