"Non, je ne pense pas que vous avez fait," Coop answers, frowning as he rubs his knuckles against his stubble. "Hell, I don't know what to think anymore, this town can be so fucked up on so many levels but half the time, it does come down to magic. I mean, the only reason she has that dog is because she poofed it out of thin air when that guy showed up with a potion that made everything go haywire. So maybe she's saying things that are rooted in truth, but it's not the Raleigh we know who's saying them. It's like she's been... possessed."
He says the last part like it's a realization, but he'd really rather not freak Sylvie with an explanation that involves possible demonic possession so he quickly brushes past it, making a mental note to get in touch with Joel for more than just a protection spell for Sylvie later.
"As for why it didn't end well, Christ. Remember I told you she asked me on that date? We never went on it. I just-- I don't know, I said yes because it seemed fine at the time but my feelings for her aren't-- I can't--" He struggles to explain it, partly because it seems so strange to talk to Sylvie about something like this, but he tries because she'd asked, and he doesn't want to lie to her. "I just didn't want to create any false expectations, you know? And it's not like I don't think she can handle going on a date without feeling like there could be more there, but I thought maybe it would be better not to risk it at all. So it didn't happen and all these months have gone by, I figured it just wasn't a big deal anymore, but apparently I'm an asshole and totally dickless for not explicitly telling her that the date was off."
He throws his arms up in the air and lets them fall back down at his sides, shaking his head. "I don't know. I apologized but it wasn't enough and then she brought you up and--" Coop rolls his eyes, scrubbing a hand over his face as he lets out an irritated groan. "It was just a thing, we're not going to be braiding each other's hair anytime soon."
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He says the last part like it's a realization, but he'd really rather not freak Sylvie with an explanation that involves possible demonic possession so he quickly brushes past it, making a mental note to get in touch with Joel for more than just a protection spell for Sylvie later.
"As for why it didn't end well, Christ. Remember I told you she asked me on that date? We never went on it. I just-- I don't know, I said yes because it seemed fine at the time but my feelings for her aren't-- I can't--" He struggles to explain it, partly because it seems so strange to talk to Sylvie about something like this, but he tries because she'd asked, and he doesn't want to lie to her. "I just didn't want to create any false expectations, you know? And it's not like I don't think she can handle going on a date without feeling like there could be more there, but I thought maybe it would be better not to risk it at all. So it didn't happen and all these months have gone by, I figured it just wasn't a big deal anymore, but apparently I'm an asshole and totally dickless for not explicitly telling her that the date was off."
He throws his arms up in the air and lets them fall back down at his sides, shaking his head. "I don't know. I apologized but it wasn't enough and then she brought you up and--" Coop rolls his eyes, scrubbing a hand over his face as he lets out an irritated groan. "It was just a thing, we're not going to be braiding each other's hair anytime soon."