[ He fidgets. Folding and unfolding his arms, plucking at the rim of his shirt, shifting in his chair. It's true that he doesn't know what to say, but is that really an answer? Maybe if he just -- lays it all out on the table, the other man would understand?.. He sighs, glancing up at Steve and then at the table in front of him again. ]
I-I really like you. And I really like being friends. A-and I'm afraid I'll mess up what we have... but... [ His cheeks are turning red. ] But I also... want you...
[ His arms are folded again, pressed up so hard against him his knuckles are almost white. He's so scared, or maybe embarrassed, or maybe both, but he's still talking, still trying to make his heart known. ]
I want to be able to-- touch you w-without worrying what's "appropriate"... [ He finally looks up again, searching Steve's face. His expression is so worried, so fragile, a single rejection could probably shatter him. ] But I also don't-- I don't want you to pity me, or-- or feel like you need to do something you... don't want.
[ He takes a deep breath. ]
You said, before, that there's-- many people you love... I-I thought about it, and I'm-- okay with that...
[ Mostly because he's realized he's much in the same boat here, but it might take him a moment to admit it. He still thinks, for some reason, that Steve would not be okay with it. ]
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this is what you get for being nice to him Steve,
Date: 2023-03-01 12:01 am (UTC)[ He fidgets. Folding and unfolding his arms, plucking at the rim of his shirt, shifting in his chair. It's true that he doesn't know what to say, but is that really an answer? Maybe if he just -- lays it all out on the table, the other man would understand?.. He sighs, glancing up at Steve and then at the table in front of him again. ]
I-I really like you. And I really like being friends. A-and I'm afraid I'll mess up what we have... but... [ His cheeks are turning red. ] But I also... want you...
[ His arms are folded again, pressed up so hard against him his knuckles are almost white. He's so scared, or maybe embarrassed, or maybe both, but he's still talking, still trying to make his heart known. ]
I want to be able to-- touch you w-without worrying what's "appropriate"... [ He finally looks up again, searching Steve's face. His expression is so worried, so fragile, a single rejection could probably shatter him. ] But I also don't-- I don't want you to pity me, or-- or feel like you need to do something you... don't want.
[ He takes a deep breath. ]
You said, before, that there's-- many people you love... I-I thought about it, and I'm-- okay with that...
[ Mostly because he's realized he's much in the same boat here, but it might take him a moment to admit it. He still thinks, for some reason, that Steve would not be okay with it. ]