[Oh. Okay. Hello, hands. How... heartwarming, actually, Goro's left to pick at his clothes a little awkwardly as he settles more.]
... We're only friends.
[It's something he tries not to resent, and something he doesn't sound entirely sure on at this point because there's plenty of things pointing to testing the waters over simple friendship. But it could just be because he's hilariously easy to tease at times too.]
At least, I think we are. I admit I don't have a wealth of experience when it comes to things like this despite my age [which he feels is weird, like he's the odd one out, he knows that's not the case but] and I-- I fumble a fair amount, but a good friend would go out with you in the middle of the night to help you with sleeplessness, wouldn't they? And-- And whatever else there is -- the teases, momentary forwardness, what physicality is shared -- isn't anything but fun for him, with nothing behind it. I think.
[It would be nice if you made that move instead. Soft pink, fluffy cotton candy. Matches the heat on the back of his neck, groaning softly as he rubs his forehead.]
I know I'm easy to fluster when it comes to him, Silver, and I probably shouldn't let him tease me as much as he does, but I really enjoy the things that lead up to me wanting to die. I indulge in them, if you will, and-- I don't know, trying to figure out of he likes me or likes me or just likes teasing me because I like him and he knows that is worthy of one of Shakespeare's comedies. Or a high school romcom.
[... Whoo. He can breathe again. That's the first time he's put it all together in a vaguely competent string of worried words and he feels like Silver's going to call him stupid (because he is stupid, he knows) but it feels nice to get it off his chest, too. Especially to someone like Silver, who is one of his closer friends and a blunt asshole.]
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... We're only friends.
[It's something he tries not to resent, and something he doesn't sound entirely sure on at this point because there's plenty of things pointing to testing the waters over simple friendship. But it could just be because he's hilariously easy to tease at times too.]
At least, I think we are. I admit I don't have a wealth of experience when it comes to things like this despite my age [which he feels is weird, like he's the odd one out, he knows that's not the case but] and I-- I fumble a fair amount, but a good friend would go out with you in the middle of the night to help you with sleeplessness, wouldn't they? And-- And whatever else there is -- the teases, momentary forwardness, what physicality is shared -- isn't anything but fun for him, with nothing behind it. I think.
[It would be nice if you made that move instead. Soft pink, fluffy cotton candy. Matches the heat on the back of his neck, groaning softly as he rubs his forehead.]
I know I'm easy to fluster when it comes to him, Silver, and I probably shouldn't let him tease me as much as he does, but I really enjoy the things that lead up to me wanting to die. I indulge in them, if you will, and-- I don't know, trying to figure out of he likes me or likes me or just likes teasing me because I like him and he knows that is worthy of one of Shakespeare's comedies. Or a high school romcom.
[... Whoo. He can breathe again. That's the first time he's put it all together in a vaguely competent string of worried words and he feels like Silver's going to call him stupid (because he is stupid, he knows) but it feels nice to get it off his chest, too. Especially to someone like Silver, who is one of his closer friends and a blunt asshole.]