[ on one hand, it's not too surprising to hear given how elysium was like that when they were younger, but his social circle was also smaller back then just because the natural of high school is smaller than this.
but considering how much he wasn't at the apartment, and how much he's on his phone, of course thorns would assume. it does show that even though they've been spending so much time together recently, there's still such a period of time where that wasn't the case. ]
Right? And I made fun of you for not getting close to other people. I'm the exact same way.
[ it's a weird thing to be admitting this. but, hey. even if their relationship is in limbo, wanting them to improve as people together doesn't have to be romantic.
amazing what can be achieved when you aren't thoroughly ill. ]
[ and they were always comfortable with that, because they could always just exist next to each other and be content.
but dancing around talking about things a little more deeply brought them here. thorns doesn't blame elysium for the failed confession, but what might have happened if he had done it without using prom as an excuse? it might have made thorns realizes it wasn't just another event, but they can't really say for sure. the past is the past. ]
[ this is not shocking information, and the amount that he would consider close friends is much smaller. but most people he's in constant contact with think he's unapproachable. which isn't exactly wrong, but also isn't true if you can see pass the resting bitch face and his blunt replies.
everyone is young and temperamental though, so most people can't. ]
I just work when I want to stop thinking about things.
If it ever feels excessive, just use me as a cover-up. I'll play ball.
[ and then they can spin some breakup story where he needs another ten years before he's ready which isn't exactly far off from the truth…? they will just look incredibly messy. but, anyone with a working brain cell will know to be a little more sensitive around him. ]
but then he just snorts, like the recollection itself amuses him. ]
Oh. That one's because I knew too much about his circumstances.
[ OKAY.
it might've been helpful not to have been so vague the first time he dropped it, but he knows thorns doesn't care about gossip? still, now that it's mentioned: ]
He's been in and out of a relationship with his roommate for years.
[ thorns does not care about gossip but he very much cares about this specific gossip, except he isn't even thinking about the people involved in it. his one track mind...
[ it's messy but it's also funny. see: everyone looking in on them. does he still have rafayel on read, i'm in tears. ]
Yeah. Best case scenario, we work out. Worst case scenario… he realises there's no getting over the other guy? If I'm not enough to convince him, who else would?
[ yes... he got more messages since, which he responded with an emoji. raf will 100% knock on their door one day.
also elysium is so annoying. thorns isn't surprised if they didn't work out because of this... ]
I see... [ ... ] It's still better if we don't. I don't want anything getting weird with your dating app tries.
[ while some of them aren't in the immediate area, others are close enough that depending on what they put in their distance settings they may still stumble on his profile. ]
but thorns will just quietly unbuckle his seatbelt to step outside of the car. there is absolutely nothing scenic anymore about the view, but he still glances around as if there is.
still, it feels like the moment from earlier is long gone, much like many other moments of vulnerability. thorns doesn't really care what his family things because if they annoy him too much he can simply block them, but he's aware elysium cares. ]
You should've said something earlier. [ the view SUCKS!!! ] Mm. My bad…
[ okay. well. unless thorns offers more context, he'll just assume this is a moment thorns needs to himself for whatever reason. he won't ask—he isn't sure if thorns would even want him to—so he simply leans back and waits, making it obvious that he is, hands folded on his lap. ]
[ he actually looks back into the car like he's waiting for elysium to join him. but then he doesn't, so he just turns his attention back to these ugly bushes and a trash can. nature is so beautiful.
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but considering how much he wasn't at the apartment, and how much he's on his phone, of course thorns would assume. it does show that even though they've been spending so much time together recently, there's still such a period of time where that wasn't the case. ]
You shouldn't be showing me only one side.
[ he shouldnt be just people. ]
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[ it's a weird thing to be admitting this. but, hey. even if their relationship is in limbo, wanting them to improve as people together doesn't have to be romantic.
amazing what can be achieved when you aren't thoroughly ill. ]
… With any luck, that'll be past tense.
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[ not thorns, elysium.
he finally glances away to look over at the horizon instead, but his body is still turned towards elysium. ]
You won me over. I'm sure you can do it for someone else.
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he laughs, similarly turning back to the scenery sprawled before them. ]
It took us how many years to have a proper conversation? We'll have to see.
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[ and they were always comfortable with that, because they could always just exist next to each other and be content.
but dancing around talking about things a little more deeply brought them here. thorns doesn't blame elysium for the failed confession, but what might have happened if he had done it without using prom as an excuse? it might have made thorns realizes it wasn't just another event, but they can't really say for sure. the past is the past. ]
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[ he doesn't give thorns much of a chance to answer. a second passes, two.
then—his hands are firmly back on the wheel before he starts to pull away from the waterfront. ]
Just kidding. I know it without you even telling me. You're always complaining, but you're having sooooo much fun these days, aren't you? Wonder why.
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[ this is not shocking information, and the amount that he would consider close friends is much smaller. but most people he's in constant contact with think he's unapproachable. which isn't exactly wrong, but also isn't true if you can see pass the resting bitch face and his blunt replies.
everyone is young and temperamental though, so most people can't. ]
I just work when I want to stop thinking about things.
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he glances up at the mirror above to observe thorns. ]
Anything been making you do that recently? Family?
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[ they constantly ask him if he's dating elysium or not and thorns has to tell them every time the answer is no and will always be no. ]
I think you just showed me that I need to look at some things differently.
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[ taps his finger in thought… ]
If it ever feels excessive, just use me as a cover-up. I'll play ball.
[ and then they can spin some breakup story where he needs another ten years before he's ready which isn't exactly far off from the truth…? they will just look incredibly messy. but, anyone with a working brain cell will know to be a little more sensitive around him. ]
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[ if anything, it seems weirder given the history between them. and while elysium may be over thorns by now (lol), thorns is not over elysium. ]
I'll just ignore them.
[ it is what he normally does. ]
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Yeah, but I'm telling you I don't mind. Even if you say that now, if it ever comes up again I won't question it.
[ his bad guy larp that he probably has too much fun with ]
It's the least I can do. Then you won't feel like you have to avoid your family as much.
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he just looks at elysium, who is probably not looking back at him if he is driving. pay attention to the road. ]
I don't want to pretend to breakup.
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It doesn't have to be dramatic. It can be something like things didn't work out?
[ hmm. ]
Like with Alhaitham.
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[ maybe if he says this then elysium will forget that the idea was suggested and they can move on, because this is a terrible idea. ]
What was it that you said? Dating a friend didn't work out?
[ not in those words exactly, but the same sentiment. ]
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but then he just snorts, like the recollection itself amuses him. ]
Oh. That one's because I knew too much about his circumstances.
[ OKAY.
it might've been helpful not to have been so vague the first time he dropped it, but he knows thorns doesn't care about gossip? still, now that it's mentioned: ]
He's been in and out of a relationship with his roommate for years.
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that sounds so messy though. headache... ]
And you got involved in that?
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Yeah. Best case scenario, we work out. Worst case scenario… he realises there's no getting over the other guy? If I'm not enough to convince him, who else would?
[ he says this so confidently. ]
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also elysium is so annoying. thorns isn't surprised if they didn't work out because of this... ]
I see... [ ... ] It's still better if we don't. I don't want anything getting weird with your dating app tries.
[ while some of them aren't in the immediate area, others are close enough that depending on what they put in their distance settings they may still stumble on his profile. ]
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Right. I forgot. Would've been pretty awkward if one of your family stumbled on my profile before we decided to break up, huh?
[ tilts his head the other side. he assumes thorns will eventually resort to it. ]
I'll just close it. It was losing its novelty, anyway. I don't need dating apps when I can chat people up on campus.
[ the power of being an extrovert ]
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thorns goes quiet again, staring outside before his hand reaches out to gently tap elysium's on the wheel. ]
Stop the car.
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that is an odd ask when they're less than ten minutes away from their place, but okay. he finds the next most convenient spot to pull over. ]
Do you need to go?
[ glances outside. look. he made sure to find bushes. ]
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[ he just did on his own...
but thorns will just quietly unbuckle his seatbelt to step outside of the car. there is absolutely nothing scenic anymore about the view, but he still glances around as if there is.
still, it feels like the moment from earlier is long gone, much like many other moments of vulnerability. thorns doesn't really care what his family things because if they annoy him too much he can simply block them, but he's aware elysium cares. ]
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[ okay. well. unless thorns offers more context, he'll just assume this is a moment thorns needs to himself for whatever reason. he won't ask—he isn't sure if thorns would even want him to—so he simply leans back and waits, making it obvious that he is, hands folded on his lap. ]
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life is truly hell. ]
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