[ even after giving it thought on the way over, he’s still giving it thought now, before he speaks up. perle, now perched behind the chair he sits him, gives him an encouraging nudge. ]
[ b-before he even asked directly—! falco tries not to look flustered as he puts the words together, and perhaps shoves a little bit more bread into his mouth to help with the pause. ]
You choose— there’re bonds that are telepathic, or empathic, or even just sharing physical sensation . . . That is, [ he swallows before finishing, ] if you’d . . . Want to do that with me?
[There'd be no reason for Falco to bring it up unless he wanted to do something like that with him. He holds his tongue on 'don't talk with your mouth full' - now's not the time.]
... I don't want to have you known what I'm thinking. Sorry, I just... I can't...
[His own thoughts are complicated enough. He doesn't need someone else getting in on that, too.]
No, that, um— [ falco turns a shade darker and prefers to look at his lap for a few moments. ] People only do that one here when they— usually want to get married, so, [ after a pause, he shakes his head. no. definitely not. especially when he's trying to get over that. ] I was thinking the one where we could . . . Feel. If we're okay or not, if we're afraid or if we need each other.
It's okay if you'd still feel uncomfortable. I'd understand.
[ —best friend? the blisters of green on his face from the earlier flush haven’t left, but have become softer and blurred. he’s worried about being useful, even— ]
. . . For me, too. [ best friends. it felt good. ] I wasn’t just thinking . . . Physical danger. You’ve helped so much already— with this feeling. Being with you did that.
[ and after a pause, he confesses a fear he’s been feeling the most. ]
I don’t want to be alone. And you . . . Don’t make me feel that way.
[He takes a deep breath and nods, trying to keep his breathing even.]
You've... you've helped me too. With... with that. I don't... I don't want to be alone. I've been alone before - truly alone - and I don't... I don't want to feel like that again.
[ falco puts a hand on the boy's arm, just above the wrist. he's touched to hear that and has to put his food down to think about it. it could be . . . something good, but it'd only be good if they were both actively inclined. he didn't want to force jun. ]
[ falco blinks widely at that and stares for a few moments too long. it’s awkward when he breaks the eye contact to his lap, but not awkward to continue speaking, he just—
[ with a blink, falco looks up, especially once his heart as calmed, and— he probably slightly smiles for the first time in a few days. it's warming. ]
I do, too. [ he doesn't think twice about returning a true sentiment. there's the rest of his bread, though, and time, so— he nods. ] Let's finish eating, so we could start the movies.
[ not the bonding, just— the afternoon they were planning. it's going to be good. and jun could think for as long as he needs to.]
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What is it?
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What do you think about Bonds?
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[ was there anything else to summarize it to, between bits of bread? ]
It’s supposed to bring them closer.
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[Closer, huh? That's intriguing, but -]
Closer in what way? I... just want to make sure before I commit to something.
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You choose— there’re bonds that are telepathic, or empathic, or even just sharing physical sensation . . . That is, [ he swallows before finishing, ] if you’d . . . Want to do that with me?
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... I don't want to have you known what I'm thinking. Sorry, I just... I can't...
[His own thoughts are complicated enough. He doesn't need someone else getting in on that, too.]
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No, that, um— [ falco turns a shade darker and prefers to look at his lap for a few moments. ] People only do that one here when they— usually want to get married, so, [ after a pause, he shakes his head. no. definitely not. especially when he's trying to get over that. ] I was thinking the one where we could . . . Feel. If we're okay or not, if we're afraid or if we need each other.
It's okay if you'd still feel uncomfortable. I'd understand.
[ he just thought— it was a good idea. ]
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O-oh, I... I didn't know.
... It might be a little uncomfortable but... I trust you. You're... pretty much my best friend.
[That's still alive, at least.]
I don't know if I'll be able to do much even if you need help but I... can always go get someone to help if you're in danger...
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. . . For me, too. [ best friends. it felt good. ] I wasn’t just thinking . . . Physical danger. You’ve helped so much already— with this feeling. Being with you did that.
[ and after a pause, he confesses a fear he’s been feeling the most. ]
I don’t want to be alone. And you . . . Don’t make me feel that way.
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[He takes a deep breath and nods, trying to keep his breathing even.]
You've... you've helped me too. With... with that. I don't... I don't want to be alone. I've been alone before - truly alone - and I don't... I don't want to feel like that again.
I don't want to be afraid again.
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You can think about it. There's not rush.
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No, I just... you make me feel not alone. That's... that's what I mean. And I don't want to be apart from you.
You make me feel... nice.
[Safe and happy, but that sounds too corny. He can't say that!]
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he felt his chest skip. ]
You’ll— consider it?
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[He doesn't break eye contact with Falco, even if the other boy isn't looking at him.]
I'm... I like being around you.
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I do, too. [ he doesn't think twice about returning a true sentiment. there's the rest of his bread, though, and time, so— he nods. ] Let's finish eating, so we could start the movies.
[ not the bonding, just— the afternoon they were planning. it's going to be good. and jun could think for as long as he needs to.]