I'm demi—it takes too long for that kind of thing with me.
I mean, I believed her story and all.
[ He pauses, then lets a little noise out, a little catch in his throat. Why is he even protesting so much? ]
It just doesn't...make sense.
[ He's looking into York's eyes now and he realizes that South's absolutely right. He's got it bad for York. He's had idle thoughts before, of course, about how handsome York is, at least aesthetically, how well-muscled, and what a great friend he is, but it never quite added up to this in his conscious thinking mind. Now that he knows, though? Now that he knows?
He does twist a little, then, to lie back just enough to stare at the ceiling. That shouldn't knock him out of bed. ]
I mean, you don't believe in love at first sight, do you?
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I mean, I believed her story and all.
[ He pauses, then lets a little noise out, a little catch in his throat. Why is he even protesting so much? ]
It just doesn't...make sense.
[ He's looking into York's eyes now and he realizes that South's absolutely right. He's got it bad for York. He's had idle thoughts before, of course, about how handsome York is, at least aesthetically, how well-muscled, and what a great friend he is, but it never quite added up to this in his conscious thinking mind. Now that he knows, though? Now that he knows?
He does twist a little, then, to lie back just enough to stare at the ceiling. That shouldn't knock him out of bed. ]
I mean, you don't believe in love at first sight, do you?