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He was genuinely surprised the arm touching hers didn’t catch fire. It was burning, but she was… she was still quiet.
He messed it up. He could’ve stayed quiet, he could’ve kept his stupid mouth shut and moved on, but no, he had to hyperfixate on things and always put his five cents in where they didn’t belong. Second time he’d met her, and this was the second time he wished the Earth would open up and swallow him whole and just when he was about to say something else, she finally spoke.
Fine.
He was fine.
But like, fine in a fine way, or fine on the scale of you ruined it to you didn’t, he'd landed somewhere in the middle?
He was too preoccupied with this to even register the joke, or what it implied.
Hello darkness, my old friend…
Should he be surprised? No. He had many flaws, but being academically smart wasn't one of them. He took pride in it. And based on everything he'd done and said, this conclusion of hers was the only natural one.
Not that it meant anything. Totally didn't mean anything. It wasn't even like that. He didn’t even mean to say it. And what did he even know? He was meaner to Eris anyway.
He was stupid when it came to girls, that’s what he knew.
"Thanks."
…???
She said thanks to him, and he said thanks back. Alright, alright, gotta make sure she didn’t have a change of heart, apparently. Once in his lifetime, he had a chance to get a good friend. And obviously, that wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for him.
NO.
He wasn't going to ruin this.
"Oh, he definitely had a crush on you. The more annoying we are, the more we like you. Being soft is weak. Gotta show you we’re not weak," and he smiled like a damn fool. Instead of being the tough, ignore-it, man-up, don’t-cry kind of man his dad was raising, he had checked all the boxes and been utterly… mushy. He hated it, but also loved that he could be that way with her and still feel safe. He felt smart enough to be a grown-up already, but this was probably the part that proved he still had a lot of growing up left to do. And he especially loved the fact that his overthinking brain had finally caught up and confirmed he hadn't made a complete idiot of himself. He'd just been soft with her. Nothing he said had slipped too far. Nothing pointed to anything more.
"So. The pact." He sat up, trying to shake it all off. "Think we should start writing it down? We’ve got three rules so far. It’s okay to not be okay, we gotta call each other out on stupidity, and we don’t owe each other anything. What else is really important to you?"
He messed it up. He could’ve stayed quiet, he could’ve kept his stupid mouth shut and moved on, but no, he had to hyperfixate on things and always put his five cents in where they didn’t belong. Second time he’d met her, and this was the second time he wished the Earth would open up and swallow him whole and just when he was about to say something else, she finally spoke.
Fine.
He was fine.
But like, fine in a fine way, or fine on the scale of you ruined it to you didn’t, he'd landed somewhere in the middle?
He was too preoccupied with this to even register the joke, or what it implied.
Hello darkness, my old friend…
Should he be surprised? No. He had many flaws, but being academically smart wasn't one of them. He took pride in it. And based on everything he'd done and said, this conclusion of hers was the only natural one.
Not that it meant anything. Totally didn't mean anything. It wasn't even like that. He didn’t even mean to say it. And what did he even know? He was meaner to Eris anyway.
He was stupid when it came to girls, that’s what he knew.
"Thanks."
…???
She said thanks to him, and he said thanks back. Alright, alright, gotta make sure she didn’t have a change of heart, apparently. Once in his lifetime, he had a chance to get a good friend. And obviously, that wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for him.
NO.
He wasn't going to ruin this.
"Oh, he definitely had a crush on you. The more annoying we are, the more we like you. Being soft is weak. Gotta show you we’re not weak," and he smiled like a damn fool. Instead of being the tough, ignore-it, man-up, don’t-cry kind of man his dad was raising, he had checked all the boxes and been utterly… mushy. He hated it, but also loved that he could be that way with her and still feel safe. He felt smart enough to be a grown-up already, but this was probably the part that proved he still had a lot of growing up left to do. And he especially loved the fact that his overthinking brain had finally caught up and confirmed he hadn't made a complete idiot of himself. He'd just been soft with her. Nothing he said had slipped too far. Nothing pointed to anything more.
"So. The pact." He sat up, trying to shake it all off. "Think we should start writing it down? We’ve got three rules so far. It’s okay to not be okay, we gotta call each other out on stupidity, and we don’t owe each other anything. What else is really important to you?"