[But, slowly, he returns that pressure, leaning back on her a little. It feels right. That's also a way of being connected to someone. It feels strange to sit here and talk about these things and not, who knows, be holding hands or hugging or something, and that's stupid; he doesn't like either of those things. He wouldn't know how to offer them or follow through on them. But still . . .
They're both a little twisted. He smiles, just a bit.]
[ There's the instinctive desire, at first, to deny it. It's there, bubbling in her throat, but it just as quickly dies. He's not wrong. At this point, she's still an ordinary girl, but she's definitely been twisted at the same time. ]
[He tries to say it sarcastically, but instead he kind of mumbles it, because oh no, he likes it. There's something he likes about it! God! Why is he like this.]
[ She nudges him a little harder with her elbow, beaming. Whatever it is, the conversation feels pretty good? Better than some of the ones they've had, for certain. ]
[He looks over at her and forces himself not to look away, even though it's like trying to force himself to look at a solar eclipse or something, such is the weight of the embarrassment he feels about this. She's so earnest! She's turning that on him, the worst possible person to turn that kind of feeling on! He can't stop overthinking it. He needs to head home and lie in bed and obsessively replay this whole conversation all night and make it even weirder than it already is. That's clearly the only path forward from here, is just making things absolutely fucking awkward.
Sheesh, that smile. Like his ears weren't pink enough.]
You're . . . yeah. I could tell. I mean, shit, you know what I mean, so I'm not even gonna bother trying to say what I mean. You fill it in!
[ They've both survived the end of the world, they can both survive some awkwardness.
Not that she realizes there's anything to feel awkward about about this moment. She's already very deliberately done her best to set aside worrying about the things that have bothered her, those little bits and pieces that have nagged for reasons she hasn't really been able to pin down. Right now, she just feels good, relieved in a way that she doesn't feel is important to examine just yet. ]
If you feel the same, you could just say "me too." That's a pretty quick way of doing it.
[FLATLY. Dryly, with that brand of humor he has, and a little more confidence in his understated amusement. This is fine. This feeling may be awkward, but he doesn't not like it.]
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[But, slowly, he returns that pressure, leaning back on her a little. It feels right. That's also a way of being connected to someone. It feels strange to sit here and talk about these things and not, who knows, be holding hands or hugging or something, and that's stupid; he doesn't like either of those things. He wouldn't know how to offer them or follow through on them. But still . . .
They're both a little twisted. He smiles, just a bit.]
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[ There's the instinctive desire, at first, to deny it. It's there, bubbling in her throat, but it just as quickly dies. He's not wrong. At this point, she's still an ordinary girl, but she's definitely been twisted at the same time. ]
Guess that's part of why you're stuck with me.
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[He tries to say it sarcastically, but instead he kind of mumbles it, because oh no, he likes it. There's something he likes about it! God! Why is he like this.]
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[ She nudges him a little harder with her elbow, beaming. Whatever it is, the conversation feels pretty good? Better than some of the ones they've had, for certain. ]
...Hey, Kadoc? I'm glad you're here.
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Sheesh, that smile. Like his ears weren't pink enough.]
You're . . . yeah. I could tell. I mean, shit, you know what I mean, so I'm not even gonna bother trying to say what I mean. You fill it in!
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Not that she realizes there's anything to feel awkward about about this moment. She's already very deliberately done her best to set aside worrying about the things that have bothered her, those little bits and pieces that have nagged for reasons she hasn't really been able to pin down. Right now, she just feels good, relieved in a way that she doesn't feel is important to examine just yet. ]
If you feel the same, you could just say "me too." That's a pretty quick way of doing it.
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[FLATLY. Dryly, with that brand of humor he has, and a little more confidence in his understated amusement. This is fine. This feeling may be awkward, but he doesn't not like it.]
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[ At this point, she can recognize it, and that pleases her. He's playing along! This is what friends do! Nice. ]