Eric’s horror grew the more she talked. Yeah, an hour with her family would be like ripping skin off; a few days and he'd be torn bare. No fucking way she'd put him through that or make herself suffer watching him abhor every second of her relatives. A sulky Thanksgiving would be infinitely preferable. Past the first round of pointed where's that boy your mom talked so much about?, no one would bother her much, anyway. Geoff would pull some dazzling life-changing news from his sleeve and if he didn't, Brian would help joke Amber out of the center of attention (at the price of teasing her mercilessly in private, later).
Do you really think I'd get ignored? Amber blushed. Of course he wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't. And not just for being the first 'boyfriend' she ever brought back home. It half-surprised her he already knew; humiliated her that she couldn't deny the accusation. "You'd be more scandalous than the punk-rock musician Brian fell for," Amber admitted stiffly. She felt made of cardboard. "Look, I told you already, you're not going. I'm not going to make you miserable, I'm not. End of story. If you ever have to meet my family, we'll find a better way." One that wouldn’t leave him so disgusted with her that he’d break it off between them. Fuck. Her family really might drive him away; she should've never thought to invite him to Thanksgiving, no matter what her mom said.
Amber was so caught up in trying to undo her mistake that she didn't really hear what Eric said next; only snapped back to attention when the words 'my family' popped up. That she wanted to know about. What did they do? What was it like? Would they ever want her over? Probably not, if they didn't get together for it anymore. He put his hands behind him, radiating an aura of do-not-touch. He was still pissed.
Which was why she was stunned when his voice cracked. Amber's mouth opened; made herself replay the sound in her head. Had that really happened? But she couldn't question her hearing, not when Eric's jumped to his feet, jerky movements screaming cacophony. "...Eric?" she asked cautiously, getting up to her knees, unable to not at least move, wanting to make it better. Fuck, if he cried, she'd have no idea what to do; she never did well when patients let loose the waterworks, and if it happened to the healthy man she was fucking, she’d be really lost. Was this about his mom? She had to be dead, for a reaction like that. Shit, what should she do? Hug him and say she was sorry? But Amber hated it when people pulled that crap with her. She was useless; all she really could give was sex, and what good would that do now?
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Do you really think I'd get ignored? Amber blushed. Of course he wouldn't. He knew he wouldn't. And not just for being the first 'boyfriend' she ever brought back home. It half-surprised her he already knew; humiliated her that she couldn't deny the accusation. "You'd be more scandalous than the punk-rock musician Brian fell for," Amber admitted stiffly. She felt made of cardboard. "Look, I told you already, you're not going. I'm not going to make you miserable, I'm not. End of story. If you ever have to meet my family, we'll find a better way." One that wouldn’t leave him so disgusted with her that he’d break it off between them. Fuck. Her family really might drive him away; she should've never thought to invite him to Thanksgiving, no matter what her mom said.
Amber was so caught up in trying to undo her mistake that she didn't really hear what Eric said next; only snapped back to attention when the words 'my family' popped up. That she wanted to know about. What did they do? What was it like? Would they ever want her over? Probably not, if they didn't get together for it anymore. He put his hands behind him, radiating an aura of do-not-touch. He was still pissed.
Which was why she was stunned when his voice cracked. Amber's mouth opened; made herself replay the sound in her head. Had that really happened? But she couldn't question her hearing, not when Eric's jumped to his feet, jerky movements screaming cacophony. "...Eric?" she asked cautiously, getting up to her knees, unable to not at least move, wanting to make it better. Fuck, if he cried, she'd have no idea what to do; she never did well when patients let loose the waterworks, and if it happened to the healthy man she was fucking, she’d be really lost. Was this about his mom? She had to be dead, for a reaction like that. Shit, what should she do? Hug him and say she was sorry? But Amber hated it when people pulled that crap with her. She was useless; all she really could give was sex, and what good would that do now?