Trauma didn't move, at first. Surprised by the action and frankly by the calm, it wasn't something he'd expected and so he frowned at the floor.
He heard Claudio go back to their room and closed his eyes, trying to think.
He'd been given the time, Claudio wasn't going to pull another disappearing act.
That meant he had time.
Which to be honest didn't do him much good. He still had no clue what Claudio wanted him to do with the information, if he wanted Trauma to drop this or pursue it or even what that really meant. And if they did, what the hell was supposed to happen if one or the other or both of them fucked this up.
…Probably close to what had happened before this. And Trauma didn't know if he could do that. If bailing was an acceptable option, Trauma would have to cut this idea off now. He couldn't-…
There was no one he knew of that he knew better, or wanted to try to learn. That's what this kind of thing was supposed to mean, right?
He realized he'd probably been still a ridiculous amount of time when he noticed shadows crawl across the floor and how distracted he'd become, when he came into focus, the area around him recolored, and he sighed, standing up before he'd actually had the time to tell himself no.
When he went to their room, he knocked on the doorframe and waited to get Claudio's attention before starting to try and speak.
"I'm really...I'm not good at this." He started, not making eye contact. "You know that. I just...You're.."
Trauma stopped, closing his eyes and taking a breath again.
"I don't know why you'd even-..." Trauma started again, trailing off and looking frustrated with everything. Reason number one he wasn't sure why someone else would ever decide they were in love with him of all things. Let alone Claudio who was....He was reckless and bright and managed to be more open about pretty much everything than he was and how the hell- He didn't get it.
"Claudio, I can't promise I wouldn't fuck up?" He said finally. A little helpless and not anything near making eye contact. "And I'd need…I'd really need you to promise not to shut me out like that again but…"
Trauma shrugged, and tried to actually look at him, remembering this was his best friend, that was apparently in love with him and so he had to be willing to give Terry the benefit of the doubt ...right? Terry basically stood awkwardly in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and trying not to freak out about how even after everything this was apparently the decision he was willing to make and how he couldn't just fucking say it and Jesus Christ what the hell was wrong with him and why did he think this was all a good idea and fuck...
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He heard Claudio go back to their room and closed his eyes, trying to think.
He'd been given the time, Claudio wasn't going to pull another disappearing act.
That meant he had time.
Which to be honest didn't do him much good. He still had no clue what Claudio wanted him to do with the information, if he wanted Trauma to drop this or pursue it or even what that really meant. And if they did, what the hell was supposed to happen if one or the other or both of them fucked this up.
…Probably close to what had happened before this. And Trauma didn't know if he could do that. If bailing was an acceptable option, Trauma would have to cut this idea off now. He couldn't-…
There was no one he knew of that he knew better, or wanted to try to learn. That's what this kind of thing was supposed to mean, right?
He realized he'd probably been still a ridiculous amount of time when he noticed shadows crawl across the floor and how distracted he'd become, when he came into focus, the area around him recolored, and he sighed, standing up before he'd actually had the time to tell himself no.
When he went to their room, he knocked on the doorframe and waited to get Claudio's attention before starting to try and speak.
"I'm really...I'm not good at this." He started, not making eye contact. "You know that. I just...You're.."
Trauma stopped, closing his eyes and taking a breath again.
"I don't know why you'd even-..." Trauma started again, trailing off and looking frustrated with everything. Reason number one he wasn't sure why someone else would ever decide they were in love with him of all things. Let alone Claudio who was....He was reckless and bright and managed to be more open about pretty much everything than he was and how the hell- He didn't get it.
"Claudio, I can't promise I wouldn't fuck up?" He said finally. A little helpless and not anything near making eye contact. "And I'd need…I'd really need you to promise not to shut me out like that again but…"
Trauma shrugged, and tried to actually look at him, remembering this was his best friend, that was apparently in love with him and so he had to be willing to give Terry the benefit of the doubt ...right? Terry basically stood awkwardly in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest and trying not to freak out about how even after everything this was apparently the decision he was willing to make and how he couldn't just fucking say it and Jesus Christ what the hell was wrong with him and why did he think this was all a good idea and fuck...