Dave is careful to survey the room before he sits, choosing the seat farthest away from Horvath. Just to feel a little safer, he scoots it another few inches away, all the while trying not to look at the other man.
"No, um. Water's fine. I'm trying to cut down on soda, anyway..."
He trails off, slowly peering over at Horvath but not meeting his gaze, then stuffs his hands in the pockets of his zip-up NYU hoodie to keep from fidgeting. So much for that plan.
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Date: 2012-01-12 10:55 pm (UTC)"No, um. Water's fine. I'm trying to cut down on soda, anyway..."
He trails off, slowly peering over at Horvath but not meeting his gaze, then stuffs his hands in the pockets of his zip-up NYU hoodie to keep from fidgeting. So much for that plan.
"What happened to your leg?"