What the hell, what the hell. This was not something they had asked to happen, this was not something that they had planned. And yet here they were kissing Gilbert after a few drinks. It hadn’t felt bad, it hadn’t felt bad at all. Who had started this? They couldn’t remember, hoped they wouldn’t remember.  It didn’t seem like them to just kiss someone. 

Surely it had to be some kind of dare.

After all, despite this being unplanned, Saima would have been lying if they hadn’t thought about it. Thoughts they were much more inclined to ignore and suppress, but casual thoughts nonetheless.

What was going on here? There was nothing more than the instinct to run away after they had pulled back. What if he hit them? It seemed likely, possible – almost inevitable. 

“Did you think I wasn’t capable of doing that?“

Everything about them found themselves in a flight instinct.  They were silent, anxious and altogether ready for the blow that was almost certainly coming their way. Something about them felt withdrawn, they body language felt like they were purposely trying to detach from the entire thing… 

Apologies came out from the mouth, even if they suspected that they would fall on deaf ears.