[ the rat eventually starts trying to knock the entire trash can over but it's 100x its size. it's almost inspiring how it keeps tapping its paws against it. wow. ]
elysium drags thorns back a second time. their scenery can now be elysium's far which may somehow be an improvement over what they were staring at before. the rat circles the car…
it smells their snacks. ]
You don't sound like you're done.
[ if he has to be mortified so does thorns. cough up. ]
[ if they do not do something about this rodent it will chew through his tires. stop. and if that's not enough it'll set its sights on thorns' chemicals and keel over. no one wants this. ]
… You wanted to make this about me this entire time? Wooow. I didn't know you had that kind of interest.
[ he's very evidently saying this in jest. ]
Well, it's not like I don't get it. It's always easier to make things about someone else. When you're a hot guy, people start paying all kinds of attention. It's fine to look, you know? Looking's free.
… I just don't think it's that important. I really don't have that much going on to have anything to talk about.
No, I just wanted to ask because I don't talk about myself that often. But I think the reasons are different.
[ he just wanted to confirm that, if possible. but thorns simply is not great at the steps needed in order to get close to someone, especially since he's completely disinterested in things like small talk. most activities you can do with others thorns believes would be more effiecient if he did it alone. think of all the money they could save in groceries...
but then there's elysium, who is different from him in so many ways, but they have surprising similarities. ]
[ truly, the money saved on them buying things in bulk at costco is promptly wasted on the other stupid stuff elysium refuses to take out of their cart…
he peeks over towards thorns from the corner of his eye. ]
I don't know if it's really something like just having one reason. I just find people complicated and difficult to get along with, since they tend to want me to act in specific ways that I don't.
[ is there an equivalent to becoming a pirate in a modern au to get character development ]
[ he takes a gap year and in that time decides to become a doctor without borders i don't know
anyway, he isn't particularly surprised by the answer, but it's still nice to get thorns' honesty. instead of just staring at the car, he leans against it, watching the traffic go by. this is a subjective improvement over trash. ]
Meanwhile, you have no problem acting however you want around me.
[ he crosses his arms loosely. ]
It might be easier, but… there's no one out there who likes being alone. [ … ] I probably left you messed up for a while, didn't I? And then I just came back, acting like nothing had ever happened…
[ he's really just thorns' inverse, becoming increasingly more bristled. ]
That's not the same as hearing it from me, and you know it. Just let me take my share of accountability for it, man.
[ and by 'share,' he means the whole thing, but it's fine. thorns has already called him out on enough, he can leave this alone? he shifts in place again. ]
[ tears up in this conversation being awkward on more than one level. first, because it drags up the memory of rejection; second, because he can't exactly fault thorns for it. if someone disappeared from his life, he'd probably just move on too.
being clingy isn't cool, right? there are always more people out there to meet; people separate and grow out of each other all the time. and yet, that's exactly why it doesn't sit right with him—why it gnaws at him that both he and thorns let them drift apart. it wasn't just any friendship; on some level, he did want to know how much it really mattered.
considering it's thorns, it is a flawed metric to begin with—he's too kind to ever impose. ]
Love is… wanting to chase someone, I think. But also not wanting to smother them.
he tries to move again, and gestures to the interior of the car. ]
Let's go home.
[ it might be enough for tonight, and thorns isn't sure what else they might be able to talk about in earnest right now. or if ever. but thorns probably should have just let the topic just end when it did. ]
[ what wouldn't thorns tolerate? that's the real problem. still, he's right; it's getting late. his laugh punctuates the thought before he clicks the car open. ]
Don't think I've forgotten about the review you were supposed to give me.
[ how was it as a hangout… their platonic night ride ]
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I didn't think you'd tell me off, but after hearing what I said aloud it was kind of embarrassing…
[ not the foot in mouth ]
Like I said, we don't normally talk about this stuff.
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[ so it has to be important to him?
he doesn't comment on the shiftiness but he is noticing it. the rat is sniffing the ground for some snackies. ]
I didn't want you to think I didn't appreciate you saying that.
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Oh. Well. It's no problem… New month new me.
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thorns clears his throat and just nods ]
Right. Let's go back...
[ he tries again to enter the car... the rat moves like it is joining them. ]
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elysium drags thorns back a second time. their scenery can now be elysium's far which may somehow be an improvement over what they were staring at before. the rat circles the car…
it smells their snacks. ]
You don't sound like you're done.
[ if he has to be mortified so does thorns. cough up. ]
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but okay. thorns doesn't even think elysium was fully done with what he was saying before, but he will work with this. ]
Why aren't you more open with others?
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… You wanted to make this about me this entire time? Wooow. I didn't know you had that kind of interest.
[ he's very evidently saying this in jest. ]
Well, it's not like I don't get it. It's always easier to make things about someone else. When you're a hot guy, people start paying all kinds of attention. It's fine to look, you know? Looking's free.
… I just don't think it's that important. I really don't have that much going on to have anything to talk about.
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[ he just wanted to confirm that, if possible. but thorns simply is not great at the steps needed in order to get close to someone, especially since he's completely disinterested in things like small talk. most activities you can do with others thorns believes would be more effiecient if he did it alone. think of all the money they could save in groceries...
but then there's elysium, who is different from him in so many ways, but they have surprising similarities. ]
I wanted to understand it.
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he peeks over towards thorns from the corner of his eye. ]
What's your reason?
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[ is there an equivalent to becoming a pirate in a modern au to get character development ]
It's easier to just deal with things my way.
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anyway, he isn't particularly surprised by the answer, but it's still nice to get thorns' honesty. instead of just staring at the car, he leans against it, watching the traffic go by. this is a subjective improvement over trash. ]
Meanwhile, you have no problem acting however you want around me.
[ he crosses his arms loosely. ]
It might be easier, but… there's no one out there who likes being alone. [ … ] I probably left you messed up for a while, didn't I? And then I just came back, acting like nothing had ever happened…
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he raises a brow at the statement though, before letting out a small huff of a laugh. ]
Of course you'd be worried about how I felt when you had it worse.
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What do you mean, worse? [ what's so amusing about this!! he scowls. ] I could've at least said something to you.
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that just amuses him a little more actually. sorry. ]
You did. I tried asking someone once if I did something, and I was just told you needed space.
[ he gave him so much space they never spoke again. ]
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That's not the same as hearing it from me, and you know it. Just let me take my share of accountability for it, man.
[ and by 'share,' he means the whole thing, but it's fine. thorns has already called him out on enough, he can leave this alone? he shifts in place again. ]
Was there anything else you wanted cleared up?
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[ it just didn't feel right to leave it all untouched.
...
he glances over at him. ]
Did you have any other best friends?
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[ he glances back and kicks thorns' foot. don't be ridiculous. ]
What do you think?
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he kicks him back. this is love. ]
I think you're too high maintenance for most people.
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he arches a brow. the temptation to kick thorns again is high. ]
Sooooo high maintenance that you don't have time for other people, huh? Is that what you want to say?
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[ he says this when elysium is the one who makes all the meals
it's fine ]
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he's just going to call this out. ]
And when's the last time you did that…?
[ he is not letting thorns revise history, hello. the reason they're out is because he kept avoiding him??? ]
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[ he pointed out that elysium had less food than thorns did, wow.
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I just thought that if you were going to leave me that you'd have a good reason for it. That's all.
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[ tears up in this conversation being awkward on more than one level. first, because it drags up the memory of rejection; second, because he can't exactly fault thorns for it. if someone disappeared from his life, he'd probably just move on too.
being clingy isn't cool, right? there are always more people out there to meet; people separate and grow out of each other all the time. and yet, that's exactly why it doesn't sit right with him—why it gnaws at him that both he and thorns let them drift apart. it wasn't just any friendship; on some level, he did want to know how much it really mattered.
considering it's thorns, it is a flawed metric to begin with—he's too kind to ever impose. ]
Love is… wanting to chase someone, I think. But also not wanting to smother them.
I didn't want to suffocate you.
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he tries to move again, and gestures to the interior of the car. ]
Let's go home.
[ it might be enough for tonight, and thorns isn't sure what else they might be able to talk about in earnest right now. or if ever. but thorns probably should have just let the topic just end when it did. ]
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[ what wouldn't thorns tolerate? that's the real problem. still, he's right; it's getting late. his laugh punctuates the thought before he clicks the car open. ]
Don't think I've forgotten about the review you were supposed to give me.
[ how was it as a hangout… their platonic night ride ]
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