I don't know how to say this, so just- listen for a second.
[Not that he thought that Kavinsky wouldn't listen, but-- he just wanted to make sure that he let him get to the end, say all of it before jumping to conclusions. And he knew that was probably a worrying sentiment, but he wanted to make sure he understood all of it rather than just answering the question. Because it'd be a lie if he didn't tell him about Adam.]
After the party I talked to Adam. He uh, didn't break up with me? I guess he'd realized I was still in love with you since I started dating him, and I'm just-- an idiot. He said it was okay. I didn't think sharing was your style, but Adam thought that I should let that be your choice.
So... I dunno. If I was going to ask you, then I wanted to do it for real. I wanted to show you that I wanted you, get you flowers and dress up a little. I wanted.. you to believe that I thought you were worth dating, cause I know I was a dick about it. Back then it never occurred to me that I could choose you both.
[He sighs, looks a little bit sheepish, but his eyes are still warm and he's shockingly earnest as he looks at the other dreamer. He might not have said I love you word for word, but he'd said it, let Kavinsky hear it. Part of the reason he'd wanted K to shut up and listen was because he had absolutely rehearsed that first part a few times. He'd been afraid he'd clam up, that he wouldn't say it, that he'd settle for liked you or something. Deny the fact that his heart skipped just from being in the same room.
He shifts, moves in a little bit closer, standing too close like he's allowed to let his attraction be something real, more than a secret buried in a field of dreams.]
So what this is, it's up to you. But you don't have to decide now; I mean, we've got all night.
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[Not that he thought that Kavinsky wouldn't listen, but-- he just wanted to make sure that he let him get to the end, say all of it before jumping to conclusions. And he knew that was probably a worrying sentiment, but he wanted to make sure he understood all of it rather than just answering the question. Because it'd be a lie if he didn't tell him about Adam.]
After the party I talked to Adam. He uh, didn't break up with me? I guess he'd realized I was still in love with you since I started dating him, and I'm just-- an idiot. He said it was okay. I didn't think sharing was your style, but Adam thought that I should let that be your choice.
So... I dunno. If I was going to ask you, then I wanted to do it for real. I wanted to show you that I wanted you, get you flowers and dress up a little. I wanted.. you to believe that I thought you were worth dating, cause I know I was a dick about it. Back then it never occurred to me that I could choose you both.
[He sighs, looks a little bit sheepish, but his eyes are still warm and he's shockingly earnest as he looks at the other dreamer. He might not have said I love you word for word, but he'd said it, let Kavinsky hear it. Part of the reason he'd wanted K to shut up and listen was because he had absolutely rehearsed that first part a few times. He'd been afraid he'd clam up, that he wouldn't say it, that he'd settle for liked you or something. Deny the fact that his heart skipped just from being in the same room.
He shifts, moves in a little bit closer, standing too close like he's allowed to let his attraction be something real, more than a secret buried in a field of dreams.]
So what this is, it's up to you. But you don't have to decide now; I mean, we've got all night.