"I don't mean... I just--" His heart stutters in his chest. He's never really explained this to anyone, put the thoughts and feelings and the actual lack of them to words before. He shifts and turns sideways on the couch, draws his legs up to sit criss-cross and tryies to figure out how explain what he actually meant. As opposed to what it sounded like, and how Mick obviously took it.
"It's not that I don't...feel the same way. Or that I don't. It's just-- I don't know." That didn't feel any clearer, even to him. Great. This is going so well. Can the ground hurry up on that swallowing him whole thing, already? "It's like..." Like what? It's like nothing, and that's the problem. How does he even make this make sense to Mick when he doesn't get it himself? "You've liked people before, right? Had crushes or whatever before?"
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Date: 2018-01-03 09:59 pm (UTC)"It's not that I don't...feel the same way. Or that I don't. It's just-- I don't know." That didn't feel any clearer, even to him. Great. This is going so well. Can the ground hurry up on that swallowing him whole thing, already? "It's like..." Like what? It's like nothing, and that's the problem. How does he even make this make sense to Mick when he doesn't get it himself? "You've liked people before, right? Had crushes or whatever before?"