He feels a little better following Annie's assurances, though not by much, because he still actually needs to do this. Immediately, too, because he can hear the edge in Joan's voice getting worse and he knows she's losing patience. He leaves Annie's side to stand in front of her without any further delay.
"Right, sorry," he exhales, lifting a somewhat tentative hand to her face, not because he wants this to be anything but something as chaste as he can manage while still getting her out, but because he needs it to guide his mouth to hers. Which he does a moment later, knowing there's no sense to draw this out any further with any particular attempts at being polite when he can just get it over with and be done with it.
And if he'd thought this entire thing had been weird before, it's even worse when he actually does it. Still, he fights the immediate urge to end it and lets it linger, knowing full well he's heard stories the mistletoe didn't let people step away if they half-assed it. He didn't want to do this again.
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Date: 2012-01-01 01:48 pm (UTC)"Right, sorry," he exhales, lifting a somewhat tentative hand to her face, not because he wants this to be anything but something as chaste as he can manage while still getting her out, but because he needs it to guide his mouth to hers. Which he does a moment later, knowing there's no sense to draw this out any further with any particular attempts at being polite when he can just get it over with and be done with it.
And if he'd thought this entire thing had been weird before, it's even worse when he actually does it. Still, he fights the immediate urge to end it and lets it linger, knowing full well he's heard stories the mistletoe didn't let people step away if they half-assed it. He didn't want to do this again.