[ It's still a strange thing, to hear the words 'too good' out of her mouth when he's always considered himself anything but. Especially here, surrounded by people who can lift cars with one hand and regrow limbs with enough effort, and who have weathered far worse storms than him. He's just a guy, with strengths and flaws like anyone else, trying his best like everyone else.
And she's trying her best too, for which he's eternally grateful.
Now it's time for him to carefully roll the words over in his head, picking them out one by one and putting them together. But before he says anything he turns towards her first, reaching out with both hands to grip both of her hands in his.
If she wants him to look at her then he'll do that, starting right now. ]
There's nothing wrong with feeling that way. We're all only human, at the end of the day. [ Except for the people who aren't, but this ain't about them. ] You're allowed to feel happiness, anger, jealousy, excitement, sadness. I don't want you to feel like you need to suppress any of those while you're with me.
[ Don't be like him in this regard. ]
I can't promise I won't spend time with other people or other women [ when most of your friends are women....RIP ] but I can promise you that I'm not interested in any of them the same way I'm interested in you. I only want you, Ishmael.
[ She will always be the first person his gaze gravitates towards to in a room and also the last. ]
[ his earnest words feel unreal to her, like they're something off a romance novel or a movie. but his warm hands around hers and the city noise around them are real, and she's going to need a moment to process them while the flush on her cheek deepens, spreading down towards her neck and ears.
for a moment, she wishes she could take her word back about wanting him to look at her, because she can feel his gaze setting her on fire. having enough of that, she tugs his hands in towards her to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face on his shoulder. he's not usually this forthright with his emotions, so can you blame her for being overwhelmed... ]
You... always know what to say, don't you?
[ because it's exactly what she needed to hear, selfish as it is. ]
You still have to make up for it, you know. Not just with me.
[ march and izou deserves an explanation, too. or maybe a mere apology would suffice? either way, this is what she meant by being "too good". she was serious when she said that it's rare to meet anyone like him, like how he's serious when it comes to his own relationships.
she falls silent for a while as she recomposes herself, until she manages a barely audible: ] ...Thank you.
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And she's trying her best too, for which he's eternally grateful.
Now it's time for him to carefully roll the words over in his head, picking them out one by one and putting them together. But before he says anything he turns towards her first, reaching out with both hands to grip both of her hands in his.
If she wants him to look at her then he'll do that, starting right now. ]
There's nothing wrong with feeling that way. We're all only human, at the end of the day. [ Except for the people who aren't, but this ain't about them. ] You're allowed to feel happiness, anger, jealousy, excitement, sadness. I don't want you to feel like you need to suppress any of those while you're with me.
[ Don't be like him in this regard. ]
I can't promise I won't spend time with other people or other women [ when most of your friends are women....RIP ] but I can promise you that I'm not interested in any of them the same way I'm interested in you. I only want you, Ishmael.
[ She will always be the first person his gaze gravitates towards to in a room and also the last. ]
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for a moment, she wishes she could take her word back about wanting him to look at her, because she can feel his gaze setting her on fire. having enough of that, she tugs his hands in towards her to wrap her arms around him, hiding her face on his shoulder. he's not usually this forthright with his emotions, so can you blame her for being overwhelmed... ]
You... always know what to say, don't you?
[ because it's exactly what she needed to hear, selfish as it is. ]
You still have to make up for it, you know. Not just with me.
[ march and izou deserves an explanation, too. or maybe a mere apology would suffice? either way, this is what she meant by being "too good". she was serious when she said that it's rare to meet anyone like him, like how he's serious when it comes to his own relationships.
she falls silent for a while as she recomposes herself, until she manages a barely audible: ] ...Thank you.