[He nestles in more, shifting and placing a kiss against her forehead.]
Blanket. [Mumbled but still intelligible. To tell the truth he'd been laying in bed for hours, trying not to obsess over her text. Girls are weird, right? They say all kinds of things, but she used a big word, one they'd been skirting around for a while now despite their obvious feelings for one another. Despite their relationship and everything that'd happened to let them be together.
Love, well. Feeling it and acknowledging it are two different things.
But maybe he's just being a pussy. Maybe he should just shut the fuck up and enjoy it, but the threat of his own shadow feels too much. It's better when she's around, but it's still there. Rearing it's head as recently as the last event. So maybe playing it safe is the best way for him to love her.
Half of him wants to pull her closer and kiss her and tell her he loves her and the other half wants to run screaming. Which leaves him more or less paralyzed. And without sort of guidance except to try to sleep and look at it again in the light of day. Because, really, he does love her. More than anything. And it's terrifying.]
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Date: 2013-10-13 11:44 am (UTC)Blanket. [Mumbled but still intelligible. To tell the truth he'd been laying in bed for hours, trying not to obsess over her text. Girls are weird, right? They say all kinds of things, but she used a big word, one they'd been skirting around for a while now despite their obvious feelings for one another. Despite their relationship and everything that'd happened to let them be together.
Love, well. Feeling it and acknowledging it are two different things.
But maybe he's just being a pussy. Maybe he should just shut the fuck up and enjoy it, but the threat of his own shadow feels too much. It's better when she's around, but it's still there. Rearing it's head as recently as the last event. So maybe playing it safe is the best way for him to love her.
Half of him wants to pull her closer and kiss her and tell her he loves her and the other half wants to run screaming. Which leaves him more or less paralyzed. And without sort of guidance except to try to sleep and look at it again in the light of day. Because, really, he does love her. More than anything. And it's terrifying.]