Arthur twists his hands together for a long moment, then lets out a breath. "No, thank you, I... I think you're all right there."
It's been, to coin a phrase, a helluva few days, and Arthur has uh... done some things, in those days, that he's not proud of. Things that seem, to him, sort of incompatible with accepting any easy affection. On top of which, he... well, he feels like it would be really weird to discuss this while getting all cosy with someone else, you know?
His eyes move nervously, not alighting on anything.
"Did I mean anything by it," he says, just repeating the question to bring it back into focus. "I..."
Yes?
"I don't know, I-I... maybe I thought too much about what you said, about- about that being acceptable here, and I-I got ideas."
You know. Ideas about kissing a guy you like. That thing that happens when you're 100% straight.
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It's been, to coin a phrase, a helluva few days, and Arthur has uh... done some things, in those days, that he's not proud of. Things that seem, to him, sort of incompatible with accepting any easy affection. On top of which, he... well, he feels like it would be really weird to discuss this while getting all cosy with someone else, you know?
His eyes move nervously, not alighting on anything.
"Did I mean anything by it," he says, just repeating the question to bring it back into focus. "I..."
Yes?
"I don't know, I-I... maybe I thought too much about what you said, about- about that being acceptable here, and I-I got ideas."
You know. Ideas about kissing a guy you like. That thing that happens when you're 100% straight.