That's not how I see you. And that's not what I'm saying. [ he growls out a sigh, raking his hands back through his hair, getting back to his feet. ]
You're, what--eight years older than me? One foot taller, with more brains and stability and--nerve, I guess, than I could ever have. I don't want to have to put you through rejecting me, and maybe feeling worse. And--
[ riku's own voice dies in his throat. he's not sure how he can explain the deep well of darkness in his chest. who would like him back, though? it's funny to even think about, a dark voice snarking at him, chuckling at the thought, laughing at his vain attempt to try and explain. he starts deflating, one hand dropping to his side, the other still in his hair as he closes his eyes. ]
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That's not how I see you. And that's not what I'm saying. [ he growls out a sigh, raking his hands back through his hair, getting back to his feet. ]
You're, what--eight years older than me? One foot taller, with more brains and stability and--nerve, I guess, than I could ever have. I don't want to have to put you through rejecting me, and maybe feeling worse. And--
[ riku's own voice dies in his throat. he's not sure how he can explain the deep well of darkness in his chest. who would like him back, though? it's funny to even think about, a dark voice snarking at him, chuckling at the thought, laughing at his vain attempt to try and explain. he starts deflating, one hand dropping to his side, the other still in his hair as he closes his eyes. ]