I'm not really sure. [ he licks his thumb and brushes some of the glitter on the donut with it, then licks the glitter off. .. oh. it's sugar.
he glances up, then, folding his hands across the table as he peers at bull. ] It was my impression that you don't really want anything too serious. I think we're lovers, but we're not really.. dating? [ his ears are starting to feel a little hot despite himself. ] .. For the record, I never assumed that we were.. exclusive or anything. Though I like to think that, ah, if there's anyone else.. maybe we'll talk about it? I don't want you to feel trapped, Bull.
[This is part of the conversation he didn't want to have. Didn't want to talk about ever again. Telling Kaneda was one thing. Kaneda knew the whole story, he'd been there for the whole story.]
[Spelling it out all over again? That was infinitely harder.]
How much... did I ever tell you about the guy who lived here with me? When I first showed up?
[There's a reason for this, really. Just bear with him.]
You're right. I don't like to talk about it. I haven't.
[Kaneda's brought it up a few times. It's probably been for the best that someone wouldn't let him just write it off. And even better that it was the kid.]
[He sits forward again, leaning his elbows on his knees.]
... we were a thing. And it got serious. More than... hell, more than I've ever been serious about anyone.
One day? Woke up, and... room was empty. He was just gone -- like that. No goodbyes, no head's up. Nothing.
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[Bull blows out a breath, rocking back in his chair.]
All right. So... here's the big question, then. [He doesn't want to talk about it. Doesn't want to say it. But they need to.]
Where do we stand?
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he glances up, then, folding his hands across the table as he peers at bull. ] It was my impression that you don't really want anything too serious. I think we're lovers, but we're not really.. dating? [ his ears are starting to feel a little hot despite himself. ] .. For the record, I never assumed that we were.. exclusive or anything. Though I like to think that, ah, if there's anyone else.. maybe we'll talk about it? I don't want you to feel trapped, Bull.
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[This is part of the conversation he didn't want to have. Didn't want to talk about ever again. Telling Kaneda was one thing. Kaneda knew the whole story, he'd been there for the whole story.]
[Spelling it out all over again? That was infinitely harder.]
How much... did I ever tell you about the guy who lived here with me? When I first showed up?
[There's a reason for this, really. Just bear with him.]
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I don't think you've really told me anything. I'm-- well. I know that you don't like to talk about.. things.
[ serious things. it's part of the reason mahanon's just assumed that bull doesn't want anything more than what they already have. ]
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[Kaneda's brought it up a few times. It's probably been for the best that someone wouldn't let him just write it off. And even better that it was the kid.]
[He sits forward again, leaning his elbows on his knees.]
... we were a thing. And it got serious. More than... hell, more than I've ever been serious about anyone.
One day? Woke up, and... room was empty. He was just gone -- like that. No goodbyes, no head's up. Nothing.