[ Riley is, to Giles, something of an anomaly. She is the kind of girl he used to chase, back when he was younger, a little more adventurous, in college, before Naomi came along. Naomi was stable and conventional, and his parents liked her. It seemed that Naomi was, therefore, the right girl. Even though Giles still doesn't know why it was that their relationship dissolved, part of him already feels as though it had always been inevitable.
But now Giles is the kind of man he has always assumed would repel or disinterest girls like Riley, even on a general level - he wears sweater vests and the occasional cardigan, for god's sake. Yet here she is, still talking to him, occasionally smoking with him. It's strange, but something that Giles is getting used to. Shifts from normality are all the rage, lately. ]
Sorry, [ though he doesn't sound very sorry at all, more like he's trying to crack a slightly uncertain joke, scrunching up his face when Riley pokes him ] I guess I can't help it sometimes.
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But now Giles is the kind of man he has always assumed would repel or disinterest girls like Riley, even on a general level - he wears sweater vests and the occasional cardigan, for god's sake. Yet here she is, still talking to him, occasionally smoking with him. It's strange, but something that Giles is getting used to. Shifts from normality are all the rage, lately. ]
Sorry, [ though he doesn't sound very sorry at all, more like he's trying to crack a slightly uncertain joke, scrunching up his face when Riley pokes him ] I guess I can't help it sometimes.