He can feel her frustration in the space between them, but then that flush rising on her cheeks seems to herald being satisfied with his answer in the end. The bed-length suddenly seems much too far away, and he starts to scoot his way closer again, sitting next to her in no time at all. Fun is something people said about him enough, at least Before... his whole life changed. And even now, sometimes. But generous and comfortable to be around? Not so much.
"I think... you might be my best friend. Is that weird?" His eyelashes flutter as he meets her eyes again, less concerned with labels and how the pieces all fit than just -- what she said. Spending time with her, getting even closer if that's possible.
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Date: 2016-09-11 09:32 pm (UTC)"I think... you might be my best friend. Is that weird?" His eyelashes flutter as he meets her eyes again, less concerned with labels and how the pieces all fit than just -- what she said. Spending time with her, getting even closer if that's possible.