[ that’s kind of… cute. ] I didn’t disappear. I have just been staying in my room. Did you hear about the game that happened before all of these extra people showed up… [ he’s stepping past scaramouche, because he doesn’t want to have this conversation anywhere but his room. ]
[ sighs, expression twisting into something neutral but bordering on agitated. ] I spent most of it alone. [ though both of them did check up on him, which is more than he can say about what scaramouche did or didn’t do in this case. ]
[ he has to hold his tongue until they’re in scara’s room, because all of baritones doesn’t need to hear their inevitable spat. ]
Why are you jealous of them? Why can’t I like them and like you? Why do you have to subtly compare yourself and what we have to them and what I have with them. It shouldn’t matter. All that should matter is what we have…
It’s not just about fucking people. [ hesitates, but decides to join him on the bed. ] …carnal desires are one thing, but there’s more to it than that. [ being bad at this with someone who is worse is a nightmare. he feels like he’s not making this any better… probably because he isn’t. ]
I don’t know. It’s part of the reason I want to talk, but you’re just avoiding all of the questions I’m asking you. How do you feel, Balladeer, do you like me, love me, …anything? Do you care?
I can answer the first thing I asked you, Scaramouche, I care about you. I would check up on you if you tried to fucken vanish for a couple of days because a bunch of people walked around in a fucken nightmare of yours!
No, I wouldn't, because feelings are next to fucken impossible to navigate, especially with you!, because you're not giving me anything to work with! I'm trying to figure out how I feel and how I should proceed, but it's worse than talking to a wall.
[ scaramouche is right and wrong. he doesn't know *this* balladeer as well as his own, but that doesn't mean he still doesn't feel something. he's failing to navigate what he's feeling and scaramouche isn't. fucking. helping. what did he expect though? he's an idiot for thinking this conversation would help him understand things better... now he's just frustrated and hurt??? ]
I want something more with you. I'm doing my best to navigate these feelings on my own, because you're not giving me much to work with, but rest assured, Scaramouche, there IS something there. I just don't know what to do about it... because, I guess, ...maybe I am afraid of hurting you... more... I can't stop having feelings for other people, but I also don't want to stop having feelings for you.
Is that something you can be okay with? I don't want you feeling like some third wheel...
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What I'd been up to these days isn't interesting anyway. I'm not the one who disappeared.
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No, I'd assumed you were busy with your special archon and Sensei. This is the first time I hear about a game.
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[ he has to hold his tongue until they’re in scara’s room, because all of baritones doesn’t need to hear their inevitable spat. ]
Why are you jealous of them? Why can’t I like them and like you? Why do you have to subtly compare yourself and what we have to them and what I have with them. It shouldn’t matter. All that should matter is what we have…
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[ he's going to walk up to his bed and just sit there ]
You can fuck whoever you want.
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It’s not just about fucking people. [ hesitates, but decides to join him on the bed. ] …carnal desires are one thing, but there’s more to it than that. [ being bad at this with someone who is worse is a nightmare. he feels like he’s not making this any better… probably because he isn’t. ]
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Or are you saying you're in love with me? that would be funny.
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Or am I just a nuisance?
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[ look at him, still not answering ]
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But that won't change the fact you're in love with someone else, so what does it matter?
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[ There's a pause and then he sighs ]
We enjoy spending time together, can't we leave it at that? I thought you were the one who didn't want labels.
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But I can't give you anything when you don't even know what it is you want from me. I don't have anyone else, you know.
It's just you.
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Is that something you can be okay with? I don't want you feeling like some third wheel...
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