[Stupidly, his heart starts to lift, an erratic, fluttering thing. We have been friends for some time now. So many places that sentence could go, but hope jumps ahead of reason before Wilhelm can clip its wings, and it flies right to the wild conclusion that maybe Rhy wants them to be something more.
Rhy, of course, bats it down for him. By the time he reaches sorry, Wilhelm's uncertainty is naked on his face. His fingers tighten around the delicate handle of the tea cup. He has forgotten to take a sip from it.
He's been here before, in this silence where he struggles to understand. You have to figure out what you want. And you can take all the time you need. But you have to do it by yourself. He swallows.]
So, what are you saying? [His voice curls defensively, an instinctive response to how vulnerable he feels right now. Like he's see-through. Like his heart is a fruit somebody's smashed open, and the pulp and seeds are everywhere.] I'm the one who asked you over to my room, so...
[He trails off, uncertain of the point he's trying to make, and just as uncertain if the problem is who started what. They both continued it. Once that line was crossed, Wilhelm was always waiting for Rhy to cross it again. Suddenly, he was living for the moments when Rhy would pull him into his arms, and they'd melt onto the bed, and the rest of the world would go on without them because they weren't a part of it anymore.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, he stares at the still surface of his tea.]
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Rhy, of course, bats it down for him. By the time he reaches sorry, Wilhelm's uncertainty is naked on his face. His fingers tighten around the delicate handle of the tea cup. He has forgotten to take a sip from it.
He's been here before, in this silence where he struggles to understand. You have to figure out what you want. And you can take all the time you need. But you have to do it by yourself. He swallows.]
So, what are you saying? [His voice curls defensively, an instinctive response to how vulnerable he feels right now. Like he's see-through. Like his heart is a fruit somebody's smashed open, and the pulp and seeds are everywhere.] I'm the one who asked you over to my room, so...
[He trails off, uncertain of the point he's trying to make, and just as uncertain if the problem is who started what. They both continued it. Once that line was crossed, Wilhelm was always waiting for Rhy to cross it again. Suddenly, he was living for the moments when Rhy would pull him into his arms, and they'd melt onto the bed, and the rest of the world would go on without them because they weren't a part of it anymore.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, he stares at the still surface of his tea.]
I don't get what I did wrong.