Giggling, “Then between the two of us, we have a master.” He was bad at it; she was really fucking bad at it. See…it forms someone good! Or so her fuzzy brain was telling her. “Uhhh…yeah?” that was her usual gameplan. Why change what had worked before? Or was she just telling herself it worked?
There was another laugh, “No falling and hurting yourself,” she says, “cause I’ve never tried to heal someone in my state of mind.” A wide smirk.
“You know something? You are awfully determined about this.” And it was a bit annoying, but she wasn’t mad or anything. “How about I tell you where the bathroom is, and send him a text later.” She offers, “Plus I’m pretty sure I’ll be seeing him again soon enough.” And she will direct him to where the bathroom was. Then a softer smile, “I appreciate what you’re doing, really I do. But trust me when I say I’m pretty sure I’ll see him sooner rather than later. And when I've setup another chance to see him and talk with him, you will be the first I tell.”