[Maybe this really wasn't a good idea. Maybe he should have sought out someone else to deal with this, and spared them both the rapid heart rates. The tightness in his chest and the swirling confusion of what is this? He should have gotten his own mind sorted out, gotten his own feelings down before this.]
[And even with all that apprehension (?), or whatever it is, he's not completely resisting. Because, no matter what It or This ends up working out to be, there's one thing he is, for sure. Contact-starved. For something that isn't aggressive or reserved. Something that goes beyond congratulatory shoulder squeezing, supportive arms around small shoulders.]
[He's a little surprised the sound of his pulse isn't audible. And a little more surprised they're just leaning against each other -- not... something else.]
You're ... really invested in a guy you barely know.
[It comes out a little more hoarse than intended. What is with him.]
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[Maybe this really wasn't a good idea. Maybe he should have sought out someone else to deal with this, and spared them both the rapid heart rates. The tightness in his chest and the swirling confusion of what is this? He should have gotten his own mind sorted out, gotten his own feelings down before this.]
[And even with all that apprehension (?), or whatever it is, he's not completely resisting. Because, no matter what It or This ends up working out to be, there's one thing he is, for sure. Contact-starved. For something that isn't aggressive or reserved. Something that goes beyond congratulatory shoulder squeezing, supportive arms around small shoulders.]
[He's a little surprised the sound of his pulse isn't audible. And a little more surprised they're just leaning against each other -- not... something else.]
You're ... really invested in a guy you barely know.
[It comes out a little more hoarse than intended. What is with him.]