Post by Casey Winslow on Nov 25, 2008 0:30:40 GMT -8
"Not really," Casey thought to himself. "I left it for you before twice. Third time's no different. Just don't get the killer 'thank you'/'welcome home' thing." However, he didn't let the brief reminder of his past really show on his face, though some of the sadness did show through his demeanor. It was difficult to be fake with her. He simply hoped he was doing a convincing enough job that she would just think it was his revelrie over good memories with his old mates. But really, there was more than just her that he'd left the sport for. It was for Julian's sake, too, as usual. The only one missing was Lydia. She'd hated the sport, gone for that now-gone fad of "wizarding football." He'd known it would phase out. Anyway..she was taking a sip of her drink, and it was quiet, and he didn't want quiet, but just as he'd thought of something to say and taken a drink of his own, she continued with her little prattle of suppositions about why people played the sport.
"Yeah, well, you have to do what you have to do, you know?" he replied, his eyes transfixed on her as he continued to speak, not meaning to be intimidating, but one couldn't quite control how eye contact was perceived. "Sometimes you can't have what you love all the time. Sometimes you have to take a break and earn it, you know? To truly realize what that p--thing meant to you." He kept eye contact for a few moments after before flashing her a quick, hopefully nonchalant smile and looking down to take another bite of his food.
"Yeah, well, you have to do what you have to do, you know?" he replied, his eyes transfixed on her as he continued to speak, not meaning to be intimidating, but one couldn't quite control how eye contact was perceived. "Sometimes you can't have what you love all the time. Sometimes you have to take a break and earn it, you know? To truly realize what that p--thing meant to you." He kept eye contact for a few moments after before flashing her a quick, hopefully nonchalant smile and looking down to take another bite of his food.