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...
What, you having feelings for other people but trying to drag me into some sort of romantic entanglement despite that? No. If we weren't in this place I would have already made it so your other precious people would disappear off the picture entirely. I've never been one for sharing.
...and you think I like to share? Both of them have other people they care about, and while that bothered me at first I realized I'd rather try to chase the fleeting feeling of happiness instead of stewing in misery. Unlike you I don't have forever.
What for? To see the same world I hated so much I destroyed it, just barely better than I have left it? And that's not even taking in consideration the other version of myself.
[ ok, fuck this, he's shifting to face scaramouche so he can grab him and drag him into his arms for a tight hug. ] I don't care if you kill her. For discarding you for the pipe dream of eternity she can die... but that doesn't mean I want to see you not only destroy yourself, but also the world in which we all live. It's not as bad as you think it is. It... doesn't have to be...
I think you deserve better... I want you to be happy and I want to make you happy.
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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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[ this was such a mistake. ]
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Are you happy? With them.
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They both make me happy, yes, but you also make me happy.
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I think you deserve better...
I want you to be happy and I want to make you happy.
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