[ Part of him was actually ready for the possibility that she wouldn't even reply. Either that, or that she'd have already gone home. So despite the curt tone to the text, he's actually relieved to get it, as he is to learn that she hasn't left yet. ]
On my way there.
[ In fact he's already walking as he types up his reply, slowing down every so often to avoid walking into someone else's path— which almost happens once or twice anyway, as does the occasional bumping of shoulders, in such a rush he is to get to her. Once he's there, that's when he hesitates, his steps falter, and he approaches with an almost cautious slowness, especially when she looks up and spots him. But he doesn't stop, nor does he flee the opposite direction. ]
Hi. [ Awkwardly, then he goes on to add before she has a chance to say anything. ] Can we talk? Really talk, I mean, not just have some pointless argument. Can we do that? Please?
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On my way there.
[ In fact he's already walking as he types up his reply, slowing down every so often to avoid walking into someone else's path— which almost happens once or twice anyway, as does the occasional bumping of shoulders, in such a rush he is to get to her. Once he's there, that's when he hesitates, his steps falter, and he approaches with an almost cautious slowness, especially when she looks up and spots him. But he doesn't stop, nor does he flee the opposite direction. ]
Hi. [ Awkwardly, then he goes on to add before she has a chance to say anything. ] Can we talk? Really talk, I mean, not just have some pointless argument. Can we do that? Please?