[There are ten million excuses he could come up with for why this is probably the worst idea of Ezell's life. Like, the Oripathy thing maybe, and the Sarkaz thing, and the he's essentially trying to die in battle thing. The dying young thing? That thing. But God, he cannot make those words come to life when Ezell is looking at him like that, and he's not sure he wants to say them anyway.]
I mean. [And his face is getting redder by the second, because feelings are hard and words are hard. What is love supposed to be about anyway? Is this it? Is it something else?] I don't... mind.
[Oh buddy you could try a little harder.]
I don't— I'm not a wordsmith, you're cute, let's go dry off.
[Please feel his emotions and feel how flustered he is about you and how much he wants you and let him die in peace.]
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I mean. [And his face is getting redder by the second, because feelings are hard and words are hard. What is love supposed to be about anyway? Is this it? Is it something else?] I don't... mind.
[Oh buddy you could try a little harder.]
I don't— I'm not a wordsmith, you're cute, let's go dry off.
[Please feel his emotions and feel how flustered he is about you and how much he wants you and let him die in peace.]