Tch... ( that's a magnificent eye rolling happening right here! oh wait isn't it even over? what is she even do...ing...? )
... ( this wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't actually feeling like he's being tested, and on the other hand... he might be feeling a little, but just a little bad that he's not as comfortable as she might be. he's absolutely and completely confused because, yes this is just fine, it's warm and a very nice change from the fear and the chasing and the feeling sick! but it is not because... because they are not friends and there is no way they can ever be. meanwhile, he'll just sit there, completely tense as he bites the inside of his lower lip so furiously that it would bleed if he did it any harder. just endure it, just... wait... but wasn't he done with that? with lying to himself? therein lies the whole problem, he's not sure he's actually not enjoying this.
he's so done.
he can stop fighting himself for a little while, can he? he lets out another, far less dramatic and more tired sigh as he lets himself melt on the couch, he's so damn unused to feeling even a little safe that he's not sure what to even say, thus, he won't say a thing. the worst that could happen is her killing him in his sleep, and he would absolutely deserve it, so, whatever... whatever. )
ripperoni ;;
... ( this wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't actually feeling like he's being tested, and on the other hand... he might be feeling a little, but just a little bad that he's not as comfortable as she might be. he's absolutely and completely confused because, yes this is just fine, it's warm and a very nice change from the fear and the chasing and the feeling sick! but it is not because... because they are not friends and there is no way they can ever be. meanwhile, he'll just sit there, completely tense as he bites the inside of his lower lip so furiously that it would bleed if he did it any harder. just endure it, just... wait... but wasn't he done with that? with lying to himself? therein lies the whole problem, he's not sure he's actually not enjoying this.
he's so done.
he can stop fighting himself for a little while, can he? he lets out another, far less dramatic and more tired sigh as he lets himself melt on the couch, he's so damn unused to feeling even a little safe that he's not sure what to even say, thus, he won't say a thing. the worst that could happen is her killing him in his sleep, and he would absolutely deserve it, so, whatever... whatever. )