There was something of a heart ache as the other allowed him to walk off. Like he had almost wished Trauma would have said something or stopped him, because the wait nearly killed him. But he would have waited months is that was what the other wanted.
He didn't want anything from the other, so he couldn't tell him what he needed Trauma to think. That wasn't fair to either of them anyhow. He wasn't sure if he wanted the other to say he loved him back or just to say it wasn't going to work, or to tell him to please not ruin this friendship. Or anything. He didn't know if he wanted it to simple be nodded to, pat on the head and call it a day. Hell if he knew. All he knew was he had said it. Said it twice really, and wished he hadn't.
In their space, he moved to flop out on the bed, laying there belly down and face in his own pillow, eyes closed.
He had no idea how long it took the other before he came in, but he rolled over and half lay there half sat up as Terry came in and spoke.
He blinked, head tilting a bit as he was told that he can't promise not to fuck things up. "I wasn't asking you to promise me anything. Promises in things like this are always tricky anyhow. I... promised someone..." Newo.... "that I'd never leave and... I did. Maybe not by choice, but I did. Fucked that up. Broke a promise too." he rubbed the back of his head, frowning and staring at the ceiling.
"I can promise to try to... not be so pig headed? To not shut you out again. Can't say I'm not going to freak out though but... way I see it..." he rubbed both hands over his face now. He felt stupid. "Way I see it, we've practically been dating for a while now. Just never really noticed."
What? it was true! They acted like a strange odd couple more then he and Newo had. It was kind of gross, in an interesting way. Staring at his feet no he sighed. "I swear though... if I freak out again, I'll let you in on it. These last few weeks haven't been easy on me either." He had been so stupid.
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He didn't want anything from the other, so he couldn't tell him what he needed Trauma to think. That wasn't fair to either of them anyhow. He wasn't sure if he wanted the other to say he loved him back or just to say it wasn't going to work, or to tell him to please not ruin this friendship. Or anything. He didn't know if he wanted it to simple be nodded to, pat on the head and call it a day. Hell if he knew. All he knew was he had said it. Said it twice really, and wished he hadn't.
In their space, he moved to flop out on the bed, laying there belly down and face in his own pillow, eyes closed.
He had no idea how long it took the other before he came in, but he rolled over and half lay there half sat up as Terry came in and spoke.
He blinked, head tilting a bit as he was told that he can't promise not to fuck things up. "I wasn't asking you to promise me anything. Promises in things like this are always tricky anyhow. I... promised someone..." Newo.... "that I'd never leave and... I did. Maybe not by choice, but I did. Fucked that up. Broke a promise too." he rubbed the back of his head, frowning and staring at the ceiling.
"I can promise to try to... not be so pig headed? To not shut you out again. Can't say I'm not going to freak out though but... way I see it..." he rubbed both hands over his face now. He felt stupid. "Way I see it, we've practically been dating for a while now. Just never really noticed."
What? it was true! They acted like a strange odd couple more then he and Newo had. It was kind of gross, in an interesting way. Staring at his feet no he sighed. "I swear though... if I freak out again, I'll let you in on it. These last few weeks haven't been easy on me either." He had been so stupid.