[He enters the kitchen, giving her a nervous smile.]
Got the cups down alright this time?
[His eyes dart to the table, unable to stop the amusement that tugs at his expression. This is a familiar sight for him. Back when Isabella first coaxed him into coming out they'd been drinking hot chocolate at her table.]
[He'll just pretend he didn't see any step-stool, even if he has to stifle another chuckle when she kicks it away.
Besides, it's not that hard given her question. It sends the nerves racing back through his veins. He takes a seat, trying to relax. It had been so much easier when there was whiskey involved...]
Right. Um, it's just... It's something important. W-Well maybe not. I mean- It is! But just-[He stops, abruptly before he can start rambling. Idly he begins to fuss with his bangs, tugging a few of the curls to give him something else to focus on then the nausea.] I've been keeping a bit of a secret a-and it's not right because you're a very good friend.
[Lily takes a seat, pulling the bowl of sugar closer to her so she can put a few scoops of sugar in her tea.]
I appreciate that, I think of you the same way. But if you really believe that, then why worry? No matter what your secret is, it shouldn't be anything to be scared of. You don't even have to tell me if you're really that uncomfortable.
["You don't even have to tell me if you're really that uncomfortable", that almost makes him change his mind. He's close to telling her to forget about it, but he catches himself instead. This is something he has to do, he knows that. No chickening out.]
I worry because a lot of people, at least in my world, don't approve of, well, me because of it. I lived most of my life thinking I was wrong because of it.
[He just needs to spit it out, rip it off like a bandaide.]
[He swipes at his eyes before moving to scoop a spoonful of sugar into his tea.
The question makes him blush, a silly little smile forming.]
My boyfriend. I think at least, we never got around to talking if we were or not before I came here but we did go on a few dates. And I... I like him a lot.
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Date: 2015-03-29 04:21 pm (UTC)In here Afonso, just setting everything up!
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Date: 2015-03-30 01:49 am (UTC)Got the cups down alright this time?
[His eyes dart to the table, unable to stop the amusement that tugs at his expression. This is a familiar sight for him. Back when Isabella first coaxed him into coming out they'd been drinking hot chocolate at her table.]
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Date: 2015-04-07 04:25 pm (UTC)As a matter of fact I did, thank you very much.
[She kicks the step-stool out of the way not so inconspicuously.]
Now, what did you want to tell me? And sit down, you're making me nervous with that worried hovering you're doing.
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Date: 2015-04-08 04:49 am (UTC)Besides, it's not that hard given her question. It sends the nerves racing back through his veins. He takes a seat, trying to relax. It had been so much easier when there was whiskey involved...]
Right. Um, it's just... It's something important. W-Well maybe not. I mean- It is! But just-[He stops, abruptly before he can start rambling. Idly he begins to fuss with his bangs, tugging a few of the curls to give him something else to focus on then the nausea.] I've been keeping a bit of a secret a-and it's not right because you're a very good friend.
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Date: 2015-04-09 05:12 pm (UTC)I appreciate that, I think of you the same way. But if you really believe that, then why worry? No matter what your secret is, it shouldn't be anything to be scared of. You don't even have to tell me if you're really that uncomfortable.
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Date: 2015-04-09 09:54 pm (UTC)I worry because a lot of people, at least in my world, don't approve of, well, me because of it. I lived most of my life thinking I was wrong because of it.
[He just needs to spit it out, rip it off like a bandaide.]
I'm gay.
[And he braces himself, fearing the worst.]
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:05 am (UTC)[She puts down the teacup for a moment, looking Afonso carefully in the eye.]
Well, that's certainly good to know. Thank you for telling me. Now, did you want any sugar?
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Date: 2015-04-11 12:07 am (UTC)She didn't care. Of course she didn't care.]
Yes, please.
[He has to laugh, his voice catching. Ignore that please.]
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Date: 2015-04-13 01:06 pm (UTC)So, not to pry, but this would make Rhyleigh...?
[She trails off, giving him an expectant look as she sips her tea.]
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Date: 2015-04-13 07:08 pm (UTC)The question makes him blush, a silly little smile forming.]
My boyfriend. I think at least, we never got around to talking if we were or not before I came here but we did go on a few dates. And I... I like him a lot.
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Date: 2015-04-14 12:21 pm (UTC)Somehow I kind of figured. No one talks about a boy who isn't family so much unless they really like them.
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Date: 2015-04-14 05:14 pm (UTC)[Watch him go beet red.]
I-I mean, um, I'm sure I talk about Remmy just as much as Rhyleigh.
[Was he that obvious?]
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Date: 2015-04-20 05:47 pm (UTC)Well, you do certainly talk about Remmy. As much as Rhyleigh though...?
[She trails off pointedly.]
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Date: 2015-04-20 08:32 pm (UTC)I do not talk about him that much!
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Date: 2015-04-23 02:01 pm (UTC)[She matches his smile, trying to stifle a laugh.]
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Date: 2015-04-25 04:04 am (UTC)Can you see how red his face is?]