"So," Wren says, and really wants a cigarette, already. Instead he takes a
long sip of latte and looks up at Rian questioningly. "We need to talk," he
says, which is what he'd already said, twice now in message and text.
"That other day, at the museum," he starts. "I guess it threw me for a
loop." He rests both hands on the cup and laughs at that. "Not the mummy,"
he adds. "Worrying about you. Look, there are things we've said to each
other we can't take back. Assumed. But there's gotta be a way we can --" He
looks up. "Just talk." God, he's bad at words when they're not set to
music.
With Rian just sitting across the table, an over-caffeinated coffee in
hand, he wants to reach across. He misses viscerally the ability to just
be them, but if they skip figuring out who and what the hell that is
now it's gonna be fucked up all over.
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Date: 2015-04-14 01:19 pm (UTC)"So," Wren says, and really wants a cigarette, already. Instead he takes a long sip of latte and looks up at Rian questioningly. "We need to talk," he says, which is what he'd already said, twice now in message and text.
"That other day, at the museum," he starts. "I guess it threw me for a loop." He rests both hands on the cup and laughs at that. "Not the mummy," he adds. "Worrying about you. Look, there are things we've said to each other we can't take back. Assumed. But there's gotta be a way we can --" He looks up. "Just talk." God, he's bad at words when they're not set to music.
With Rian just sitting across the table, an over-caffeinated coffee in hand, he wants to reach across. He misses viscerally the ability to just be them, but if they skip figuring out who and what the hell that is now it's gonna be fucked up all over.