// Ring around the rosie - Pocket full of posie //
His gaze narrows slightly at her explanation, like the chicken squinting gif. He's suspect of the things he can tell she carefully picks around. He sees her choose her words before speaking them (a novel idea to him), and the pauses as her tongue lingers while her mind makes selections. He doesn't blame her for it one bit, but he does wonder what all the things left unsaid might be. What the naked response would have told him, instead of this one dressed and polished for a night out.
"Probably wants me to stay her friend," he scoffs, a sliver of hurt edging in under the dramatic show. If they talked, did Flora say she didn't? Soh's telling him she might push him away, to not let her, but then she probably wants him to stay her friend? Shit, had he fucked up that bad? "She has no choice, we are friends." He tries to say it like a matter of fact, like that is the one part he's confident in, and he had been, just before this. Uncertain maybe on how to navigate that friendship around the apparent urge to kiss her whenever she's sad, but friendship all the same.
He frowns.
"I don't know if I can be with someone that wouldn't trust me enough to love them, while still having friends who are important to me." Yeah, he gets it, don't keep meeting your friends in-between the sheets, but that was one time and they both agreed never again, and that was before he even knew Caly and him might still be something. Even if they were, or are, he's not about to giftwrap his heart for her. He might wear it around openly, so it's more obvious, and it gets hurt more, but he still keeps ahold of it.
Shit, he doesn't even know if Caly believes in ghosts, or if she sleeps with one leg out of the covers, or how she likes her eggs in the morning, or what her surprised laugh sounds like compared to her annoyed laugh. He likes her, but he's not trying to upend his whole life for her, not yet anyway. "Caly has to find a way to not rank herself if this is gonna work at all. I don't know why someone has to be first. You can love people in a lot of different ways... that's all even assuming there's another time at all anyway." he sighs.
"Probably wants me to stay her friend," he scoffs, a sliver of hurt edging in under the dramatic show. If they talked, did Flora say she didn't? Soh's telling him she might push him away, to not let her, but then she probably wants him to stay her friend? Shit, had he fucked up that bad? "She has no choice, we are friends." He tries to say it like a matter of fact, like that is the one part he's confident in, and he had been, just before this. Uncertain maybe on how to navigate that friendship around the apparent urge to kiss her whenever she's sad, but friendship all the same.
He frowns.
"I don't know if I can be with someone that wouldn't trust me enough to love them, while still having friends who are important to me." Yeah, he gets it, don't keep meeting your friends in-between the sheets, but that was one time and they both agreed never again, and that was before he even knew Caly and him might still be something. Even if they were, or are, he's not about to giftwrap his heart for her. He might wear it around openly, so it's more obvious, and it gets hurt more, but he still keeps ahold of it.
Shit, he doesn't even know if Caly believes in ghosts, or if she sleeps with one leg out of the covers, or how she likes her eggs in the morning, or what her surprised laugh sounds like compared to her annoyed laugh. He likes her, but he's not trying to upend his whole life for her, not yet anyway. "Caly has to find a way to not rank herself if this is gonna work at all. I don't know why someone has to be first. You can love people in a lot of different ways... that's all even assuming there's another time at all anyway." he sighs.
Kaisel
// I'ma fucking blow all the ashes down //
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
