“Well I don’t want to make you nauseous!” Aoba had to splutter, something like an incredulous laugh and something just plain up squirming, half in disbelief that they were talking about…things in a roundabout-but-not way.
To think Mac had said they should just go ahead and do things. Well, that went to show that however much the Warlock had helped with some particular insights and a kick in the pants, he didn’t know everything about the two of them.
“Declan, look, I…don’t worry about what’s going on in my head and what I want, okay? I still don’t even know for sure. But I’ll work on me…and you figure out you. We’ll never find a middle ground if we’re trying to guess what the other wants, but if we can each figure out ourselves…then going from there will be easier, right?”
He crept his fingers up higher, finding Declan’s hair. The angle wasn’t quite right for a good combing, but he played his fingers through what he could reach, finding the textures of hair and scalp alike.
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To think Mac had said they should just go ahead and do things. Well, that went to show that however much the Warlock had helped with some particular insights and a kick in the pants, he didn’t know everything about the two of them.
“Declan, look, I…don’t worry about what’s going on in my head and what I want, okay? I still don’t even know for sure. But I’ll work on me…and you figure out you. We’ll never find a middle ground if we’re trying to guess what the other wants, but if we can each figure out ourselves…then going from there will be easier, right?”
He crept his fingers up higher, finding Declan’s hair. The angle wasn’t quite right for a good combing, but he played his fingers through what he could reach, finding the textures of hair and scalp alike.