Wait, what is this? Where’s the Rose who always has something pithy to say, even on the worst of days? Even being blind never seemed to dull her rapier wit, but here she is, barely able to get two sentences out. In the past, you would have just blurted something out without even thinking, but at fifteen, you aren’t quite that derp anymore. Ok, Egbert, focus. She almost didn’t notice you, and in Rose terms, that. may very well be the apocalypse.
just thinking? you aren’t fighting some kind of epic battle with yourself? i know this is kinda backwards, but can you tell me what’s wrong? i’m here for you, what ever it is.
It seems that John’s already picked up on the gravity of the situation, and within an alarmingly short amount of time he’s turned the tables on you, figuring out that something’s bothering you to a greater degree than you’d normally admit. However, your own measures at trying to figure out and deal with this problem have come up fruitless. When he finishes, you smile just a little bit.
I’m always fighting an epic battle with myself, John. It’s the very nature of my psyche.
With a little sigh, you lean back, fingers loosely wrapped around your cane.
John, have you ever felt attracted to someone of the same sex?
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You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...