A tilts his head quietly, confused as to why Near seemed so... odd. It wasn't obvious. But the way he practically demanded that this be private, even when A felt awful enough as it was just asking. Damnit, Near was probably going to tell him something about being wierd or something, going to tell A to leave him alone... A bit his lower lip, looking almost scared, hating himself for being so needy.
He tried not to make his voice sound weak, but it quivered just slightly as he spoke.
I--I'm... He cuts the apology short, figuring that Near already knows he's sorry. What is it?
I don't know how comfortable I am sharing a bed with you. Recently, I found myself attracted to you, and although I wouldn't usually say a thing about it, but the situation seems to call for some sort of explanation.
No. Near... Near could never... he wasn't... he couldn't... A's mind sputtered, and he wondered if one could truely choke, suffocate on air. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He was trapped in his head, he was dreaming, he was in some kind of demented... something, the mansion was pulling tricks on him, this wasn't Near, Near was pulling tricks on him, Near was trying to hurt him, Near was... real? Telling the truth?
His thoughts came to a grinding halt as he looked toward the boy in front of him. A headache.
A fucking headache.
Caring for someone is complicated.
A fucking headache. Why? Why did he... why did he go through all this shit that A put him through then? When A ran off with B, when A... when he did all of those things, why? Why would Near stay like that?
It's a long moment, before he speaks, and when he does, his voice is soft and small.
...oh.
He takes a small step closer, unsure as to why he's doing it, but he doesn't want
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He tried not to make his voice sound weak, but it quivered just slightly as he spoke.
I--I'm... He cuts the apology short, figuring that Near already knows he's sorry. What is it?
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And again.
And is stunned into a long silence.
No. Near... Near could never... he wasn't... he couldn't... A's mind sputtered, and he wondered if one could truely choke, suffocate on air. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He was trapped in his head, he was dreaming, he was in some kind of demented... something, the mansion was pulling tricks on him, this wasn't Near, Near was pulling tricks on him, Near was trying to hurt him, Near was... real? Telling the truth?
His thoughts came to a grinding halt as he looked toward the boy in front of him. A headache.
A fucking headache.
Caring for someone is complicated.
A fucking headache. Why? Why did he... why did he go through all this shit that A put him through then? When A ran off with B, when A... when he did all of those things, why? Why would Near stay like that?
It's a long moment, before he speaks, and when he does, his voice is soft and small.
...oh.
He takes a small step closer, unsure as to why he's doing it, but he doesn't want ( ... )
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