Foreman brushed right past Amber's question about his mom, far more focused on exactly what this family Thanksgiving insanity would entail. He had no idea where Amber's family lived. If they had to drive there, or fly, then they'd be stuck there at least a few days no matter how badly things went. There'd be no escape once he committed himself to the trip. And, God. Would they even let him stay with Amber? He assumed that she'd insist on the two of them sleeping in the same room, but maybe her family would frown on that and he'd end up bunking with the brothers. Jesus Christ. Could there be anything more awkward than that? Hi, I'm banging your sister? Or, fuck, maybe they had families, kids. Shrieking around, hyped up on the holiday, and probably asking all the questions that the adults would so-artfully keep behind their teeth. Putting Foreman on the spot even though they'd studiously avoided anything controversial.
He rolled onto his back, feeling stunned, when Amber sat up abruptly. 'I don't really want to'--yeah, Foreman had heard lines like that before. Lies like that. Oh I'm not disappointed, oh I understand. All it hid was Sorry, not good enough. Amber wanted this, she was serious, or she wouldn't have yanked away at the first sign that springing this on him might not have been the best idea. And contradicting her with it damn well looks like you want to go was only one more route to his own execution. "I didn't say that," he said, even though not wanting to go had leaped to the forefront of his mind the second Amber's invitation had hit the air. "It just seems like...a lot."
Could it be as simple as them getting a case? Would that get him off the hook? He'd scour the hospital to find something interesting if it would mean escaping the stiffest, most stilted meal he could imagine. But, no. Even if they had a case, Amber would crucify him for reacting wrong in this instant. That wasn't fucking fair, but Foreman didn't expect anything else. She might have been thinking about it for days, working up to dropping the idea casually into conversation, and the second he reacted like it was what it was--a fucking ambush--suddenly he was the bad guy. Foreman felt like he'd been punched in the pit of the stomach, had all his air crushed from his lungs. It wasn't that he was, well, against meeting Amber's family, eventually. Eventually was a big part of it, and so was gradually. He was serious, but he wasn't trying to cannonball into the deep end of this relationship. He cleared his throat. He needed time to think, time to get out of this. Not say no, but definitely, definitely not agree. "What would it be like?" he asked, not digging himself in deeper by agreeing fervently to Amber's disingenuous wish for a case. Whatever she described, he'd at least know how much he should be panicking, and he'd get an idea of how much Amber really wanted him there.
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He rolled onto his back, feeling stunned, when Amber sat up abruptly. 'I don't really want to'--yeah, Foreman had heard lines like that before. Lies like that. Oh I'm not disappointed, oh I understand. All it hid was Sorry, not good enough. Amber wanted this, she was serious, or she wouldn't have yanked away at the first sign that springing this on him might not have been the best idea. And contradicting her with it damn well looks like you want to go was only one more route to his own execution. "I didn't say that," he said, even though not wanting to go had leaped to the forefront of his mind the second Amber's invitation had hit the air. "It just seems like...a lot."
Could it be as simple as them getting a case? Would that get him off the hook? He'd scour the hospital to find something interesting if it would mean escaping the stiffest, most stilted meal he could imagine. But, no. Even if they had a case, Amber would crucify him for reacting wrong in this instant. That wasn't fucking fair, but Foreman didn't expect anything else. She might have been thinking about it for days, working up to dropping the idea casually into conversation, and the second he reacted like it was what it was--a fucking ambush--suddenly he was the bad guy. Foreman felt like he'd been punched in the pit of the stomach, had all his air crushed from his lungs. It wasn't that he was, well, against meeting Amber's family, eventually. Eventually was a big part of it, and so was gradually. He was serious, but he wasn't trying to cannonball into the deep end of this relationship. He cleared his throat. He needed time to think, time to get out of this. Not say no, but definitely, definitely not agree. "What would it be like?" he asked, not digging himself in deeper by agreeing fervently to Amber's disingenuous wish for a case. Whatever she described, he'd at least know how much he should be panicking, and he'd get an idea of how much Amber really wanted him there.