[Action/Text] I'm Just a Poor Boy, Nobody Loves Me
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[Work had been Awkward.
Somewhat of an understatement, really, as merely breathing- let alone, existing- in the same room (building, city, hemisphere) as Matvey had been Awkward.
He possessed a titanium girded will enough to enable his professional persona not suffer while on the clock but during breaks or lulls between appointments (while Ivan's attention was elsewhere), his cheeks flared scarlet and he buried his face (literally) inside a manila folder whenever possible ("I can't f-find my r-reading glasses.") to hide it.
How much did he remember? What was he thinking? Who else knew?
That latent paranoia soured every meal that day and near the blessed release of Closing, he'd almost choked and died on his coffee (flavored with a hint of frighteningly spoiled milk) when Matt's elbow brushed his shoulder.
Their parting had been friendly if not brief. Neutral.
Raivis almost choked and died on air.
He was teetering on a precipice and he had no idea what lay on either side he could fall. Something had to be done before his guilt ate him alive.]
[Text- To: Berwald From: Raivis G.K.]
Berwald, I'm sorry to bother you but there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Whenever you have the time, if it's alright, I'd like you to join me for dinner? Thanks.
[Text- To: Matthew From: Raivis]
Hello. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to request a few moments of your time to talk? Thank you, R.
[Work had been Awkward.
Somewhat of an understatement, really, as merely breathing- let alone, existing- in the same room (building, city, hemisphere) as Matvey had been Awkward.
He possessed a titanium girded will enough to enable his professional persona not suffer while on the clock but during breaks or lulls between appointments (while Ivan's attention was elsewhere), his cheeks flared scarlet and he buried his face (literally) inside a manila folder whenever possible ("I can't f-find my r-reading glasses.") to hide it.
How much did he remember? What was he thinking? Who else knew?
That latent paranoia soured every meal that day and near the blessed release of Closing, he'd almost choked and died on his coffee (flavored with a hint of frighteningly spoiled milk) when Matt's elbow brushed his shoulder.
Their parting had been friendly if not brief. Neutral.
Raivis almost choked and died on air.
He was teetering on a precipice and he had no idea what lay on either side he could fall. Something had to be done before his guilt ate him alive.]
[Text- To: Berwald From: Raivis G.K.]
Berwald, I'm sorry to bother you but there's something I've been meaning to tell you. Whenever you have the time, if it's alright, I'd like you to join me for dinner? Thanks.
[Text- To: Matthew From: Raivis]
Hello. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like to request a few moments of your time to talk? Thank you, R.