[Oh my god Ain please donāt die before he can kiss you, hold up-]
Wait, wait- Angel, breathe.
[Wolfwood reaches out and puts a tentative hand on Ainās shoulder, not wanting him to hyperventilate with how fast heās trying to explain himself. Meanwhile, heās over here feeling a little guilty over how relieved he is, like holy shit. Heās gay. Heās actually realized heās gay. Which meansā¦
Maybeā¦he has a shot. Just maybeā¦
He swallows thickly, realizes he just dropped a pet name on him, and quickly retrieves his hand, face flushing.]
It aināt like I knew for sure or nothinā. But you kindaā¦some thingsā¦I dunno. Had me wondering.
[It was, unfortunately for Ain, more than just being felt up. Way more. And now?
He isnāt sure how much more he can take. Itās like having a whole cake put in front of him and being told he canāt eat any.
Wolfwood looks over his shoulder, into his back seat. Itās a little messy. One of his spare jackets is thrown over the seat, there are some boxes and crap on the floor. He tries to keep his cigarette butts in the holder, but they do inevitably fall out. Back there thoughā¦the windows are tinted near black, as dark as he can legally get away with. Itās not so dark in the front seat.
ā¦]
Hey. Letās uhā¦letās get in the back for a minute.
[And do WHAT- oh heās already getting out of the car.]
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Date: 2024-02-11 02:08 am (UTC)Wait, wait- Angel, breathe.
[Wolfwood reaches out and puts a tentative hand on Ainās shoulder, not wanting him to hyperventilate with how fast heās trying to explain himself. Meanwhile, heās over here feeling a little guilty over how relieved he is, like holy shit. Heās gay. Heās actually realized heās gay. Which meansā¦
Maybeā¦he has a shot. Just maybeā¦
He swallows thickly, realizes he just dropped a pet name on him, and quickly retrieves his hand, face flushing.]
It aināt like I knew for sure or nothinā. But you kindaā¦some thingsā¦I dunno. Had me wondering.
[It was, unfortunately for Ain, more than just being felt up. Way more. And now?
He isnāt sure how much more he can take. Itās like having a whole cake put in front of him and being told he canāt eat any.
Wolfwood looks over his shoulder, into his back seat. Itās a little messy. One of his spare jackets is thrown over the seat, there are some boxes and crap on the floor. He tries to keep his cigarette butts in the holder, but they do inevitably fall out. Back there thoughā¦the windows are tinted near black, as dark as he can legally get away with. Itās not so dark in the front seat.
ā¦]
Hey. Letās uhā¦letās get in the back for a minute.
[And do WHAT- oh heās already getting out of the car.]