Vaguely Lorne realizes it's a good thing he's sitting down, or his left leg would be tap dancing across the floor in all the wrong ways and none of the Fred Astaire ones. It's just his luck, to come face to face with Andrew again, and here of all places. Here, where he goes to be accepted and not-awkward with just about everyone around. And by the look of his face in the mirror, he not only sees him, but recognizes his green mug.
There's no turning back now. There's no going back. "Hey."
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Date: 2009-04-05 07:49 pm (UTC)There's no turning back now. There's no going back. "Hey."