06-28-2010, 01:00 AM
’He’d better hope so…’ he thought to himself about the man’s comment about his computer ‘being in good hands.’ He just wasn’t the kind to trust words usually, but he did suppose the man was his last hope if he planned to get his computer fixed any time soon. Cory wasn’t one of the most social of people which was apparent by his behavior. He was hoping things would happen without much conversation but with his luck that would never happen. He mouthed a very small ‘thank you’ to the man when he’d taken off his shoes. ’At least he has decent manners, better than the last one.’ he laughed a little to himself when he remembered the last time he’d had his computer repaired on site. It had been a nightmare and a half. Not only had he seemed even more clueless than Cory himself could be to the workings of computers but he was rude, gluttonous and invasive. Never in his life had he dealt with a man who was paid to do a job who felt he could wander around his house commenting on everything and asking for food. Drink was one thing, but food? Cory snapped back to reality just in time to not make his comment seem like he hadn’t been paying attention. “Just do whatever you have to do.”
He groaned slightly at the comment that followed, it would take time. Time was something he didn’t have, or no, it was patience he didn’t have. He’d deal with it, but he wouldn’t be happy about it. Not in the least. It took enough restraint just to act like he normally did when it came to things that would test his patience. “I guess it can’t be helped. As long as you fix it up, I’ll be happy though. So I guess it’s fine…” Cory was at least a little distraught by the matter but he wouldn’t think on it any further. What had to be done, had to be done, there was no way around that.
Though… his own social awkwardness was showing a bit. It didn’t happen when he was in public or with friends, but when he was alone with people he always had trouble. He couldn’t even more than glance at this guy anymore. He told himself it was just because to look at him from where he was sitting now he’d have to look at his computer. That was something he refused to look at, even from the corner of his eye. Which made conversation awkward, since he wouldn’t look anywhere but down into his lap, or towards the window, anywhere the other man wasn’t really would do for him.
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