[ He couldn't help that irritated click of his tongue, his hand coming up to pull back through his hair. He didn't care if it was mussed at this point, it's not like he was trying to impress anyone. ]
I'm not expecting it to be like a romance novel or anything, why does everyone assume that's the case?
[ Even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't true. He had held this on a pedestal for so long, he'd always assumed that if it ever happened it would be out of love and not forced by environmental factors. Or you know, not at all. He didn't even really know how to put it into words, how to make what he was feeling more evident.
He couldn't though, resigning himself to being shit with feelings for the rest of his life. Or at least that's how it felt at the moment, his hands coming up to cover his face before even trying to speak. ]
...I'm not sure that our friendship can compare to some of the rest of you in terms of length but it feels like it's been forever, I can't imagine things without him around. What if this...
[ Hands came back up to his hair, ruffling it as he let out a sound of pure frustration. ]
...just never mind, it doesn't matter how long I think about it; it still doesn't make sense.
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Date: 2019-05-12 09:39 am (UTC)I'm not expecting it to be like a romance novel or anything, why does everyone assume that's the case?
[ Even as he said it, he knew that it wasn't true. He had held this on a pedestal for so long, he'd always assumed that if it ever happened it would be out of love and not forced by environmental factors. Or you know, not at all. He didn't even really know how to put it into words, how to make what he was feeling more evident.
He couldn't though, resigning himself to being shit with feelings for the rest of his life. Or at least that's how it felt at the moment, his hands coming up to cover his face before even trying to speak. ]
...I'm not sure that our friendship can compare to some of the rest of you in terms of length but it feels like it's been forever, I can't imagine things without him around. What if this...
[ Hands came back up to his hair, ruffling it as he let out a sound of pure frustration. ]
...just never mind, it doesn't matter how long I think about it; it still doesn't make sense.