[In that moment, something occurs to Wolfwood. Even while Ain is still talking, and his words become a little fuzzy and distant, like heâs hearing them from underwater.
They are dating. What Ain just described, thatâs dating. Theyâre just not vocalizing it. Not bringing it attention. Not on the same page. Pretending theyâre friends when thereâs clearly something else charged between them, and Ain is either willfully or purposefully ignorant of it.
He swallows hard, his mouth uncomfortably dry. He wants to hold him. He wants to pull Ain into his side and just hold him. Is that so wrong? (Yes, because itâs gay, and Ain isnât like that and it would be unfair to put him on the spot weirdly like that).
Wolfwood exhales shakily. ThenâŚhe reaches out and ruffles his hair again. Except this time, his hand lingers, curls threaded through his fingers.]
Stop lookinâ so serious. Or course I still wanna.
[He lingers just as long as he can get away with before itâs obvious this is less a friendly bro-pat and more a homosexual one. He retrieves his hand and settles back against the bench again, looking out at the lake.]
Youâre a pretty cool dude. I donât think you really realize it. Kinda fu- messed up that you say you donât have any other friends. Theyâre missinâ out.
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Date: 2024-02-10 09:13 pm (UTC)They are dating. What Ain just described, thatâs dating. Theyâre just not vocalizing it. Not bringing it attention. Not on the same page. Pretending theyâre friends when thereâs clearly something else charged between them, and Ain is either willfully or purposefully ignorant of it.
He swallows hard, his mouth uncomfortably dry. He wants to hold him. He wants to pull Ain into his side and just hold him. Is that so wrong? (Yes, because itâs gay, and Ain isnât like that and it would be unfair to put him on the spot weirdly like that).
Wolfwood exhales shakily. ThenâŚhe reaches out and ruffles his hair again. Except this time, his hand lingers, curls threaded through his fingers.]
Stop lookinâ so serious. Or course I still wanna.
[He lingers just as long as he can get away with before itâs obvious this is less a friendly bro-pat and more a homosexual one. He retrieves his hand and settles back against the bench again, looking out at the lake.]
Youâre a pretty cool dude. I donât think you really realize it. Kinda fu- messed up that you say you donât have any other friends. Theyâre missinâ out.