[He just can't win. After the order's placed, he leans back on his chair slightly and looks around idly; there really were a lot of couples around them. It brings to mind some of the earlier conversations he was having with others, John's especially. If the older boy knew that they were having tea time at Madam Puddifoot's, Greg would never hear the end of it. It's silly, really. He and Victoria are just friends. They didn't really look coupley, and he didn't feel anything about her in that way at all.
Right?
He sneaks a look back at her, wondering how they came so far in such a short period of time. Actually, now that he notices, she's actually got quite a nice figure. Not too busty, not too slim, but just right. And she had pretty hands. His thumb twitches against the rough skin of his palm, calluses from the hard work he's done; a stark reminder of the difference in their worlds.]
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Right?
He sneaks a look back at her, wondering how they came so far in such a short period of time. Actually, now that he notices, she's actually got quite a nice figure. Not too busty, not too slim, but just right. And she had pretty hands. His thumb twitches against the rough skin of his palm, calluses from the hard work he's done; a stark reminder of the difference in their worlds.]