(Dirk knew he did something wrong, but wasn't entirely sure what. He knew he was probably coming off too strong...as always...and can't help but sigh internally. He doesn't rush to fill the silence either. He was eating his own foot talking too much. He glances over at K when he finally does talk, and softly:) Course I do.
(It was hard not to. The second question is even easier to answer. He shakes his head.)
Naw. I don't care that much bout sleeping around or anything with other people.
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(It was hard not to. The second question is even easier to answer. He shakes his head.)
Naw. I don't care that much bout sleeping around or anything with other people.
(Maybe less is more sometimes.)