( drawn out of his mindless staring at the open road, he looks over her at her, then mumbles, )
Colour me sur-fucking-prised.
( well, he is that she's picking now to bring it up, when there have been opportune or at least relevant moments in the recent past where they both chose instead to avoid The Talk, or whatever this will unfold to be. now, in perfect silence on the dead road. )
abloobloobloo.
Colour me sur-fucking-prised.
( well, he is that she's picking now to bring it up, when there have been opportune or at least relevant moments in the recent past where they both chose instead to avoid The Talk, or whatever this will unfold to be. now, in perfect silence on the dead road. )
You want me to get out right here?