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[b]"Uh, yeah, sounds like a plan!"[/b]

I said that pretty hastily, because once she'd noticed the way her wet clothes hugged her skin, I ended up noticing it too.

Not fair, not fair at all! I can't be polite about it if you go and point it out! Really, what could she have expected? I was a functioning guy and she had just jumped straight into the pool. Of course her clothes were gonna cling, so imagine how I felt when she drew my attention right back onto that after the Herculean effort I'd made to ignore it in the name of being a proper confidant!

Was this just spitting in the face of my politeness?

...

I think I might be a bad person for making that argument that it was her fault. 

Actually, that definitely makes me a bad person.

Er.

It was an unfortunate coincidence, in reality. I averted my head after a moment of short-circuited, blank looking that in no way involved an artistic appreciation about the power offered by the suggestion of curvature and form beneath the clothing, and turned fully away with a throat-clearing cough, beginning to walk away.

I hoped to myself that it didn't, anyway.

[b]"Have a good night, then."[/b] I said with a wave.

On a serious note—

Some rest probably would have done her good after that outpouring. I could easily kill two birds with one stone by not sticking around and giving any reason to keep her from getting it when she needed it.

Let alone [i]my[/i] needing the same.