[He sits up for a moment, voice sharp:] No. Of course not.
[Then just sort of deflates again, dropping back with a quiet thump.] Never.
[That is just as unthinkable as there being lies between them, at this point. He cannot conceive of a world where Rogue would treat him in that fashion. If it ever happened, he'd probably take it as evidence that some sort of shift had occurred until proven otherwise.
It's hard to explain any of this, but it feels important. He'd been so disinterested in everything, and just when he started to recover, this had happened. Bad timing? He doesn't know. It probably doesn't matter at this point either.
As he thinks, he begins picking at a hangnail again. Then carefully curls his fingers into loose fists.]
I still don't. Want to. [It wasn't as if kissing Eugene had been some sort of hot and heavy, clothes-tearing thing. It had just been... nice. Just as dancing with Rogue a few days before had been nice, but in a slightly different way.
He rubs his eyes, wishing he could just make sense of this. Or that he could just fix himself the way he'd fix any broken object. He has one idea, but he knows better than to ask Billy's help with collecting the crystals that would be necessary for the spell. Billy would want to know why, and Billy knows enough magic that he'd be able to sniff out a lie easily.]
I merely... I want to feel normal. [Well, as normal as he ever gets.]
[Action, June 24]
[Then just sort of deflates again, dropping back with a quiet thump.] Never.
[That is just as unthinkable as there being lies between them, at this point. He cannot conceive of a world where Rogue would treat him in that fashion. If it ever happened, he'd probably take it as evidence that some sort of shift had occurred until proven otherwise.
It's hard to explain any of this, but it feels important. He'd been so disinterested in everything, and just when he started to recover, this had happened. Bad timing? He doesn't know. It probably doesn't matter at this point either.
As he thinks, he begins picking at a hangnail again. Then carefully curls his fingers into loose fists.]
I still don't. Want to. [It wasn't as if kissing Eugene had been some sort of hot and heavy, clothes-tearing thing. It had just been... nice. Just as dancing with Rogue a few days before had been nice, but in a slightly different way.
He rubs his eyes, wishing he could just make sense of this. Or that he could just fix himself the way he'd fix any broken object. He has one idea, but he knows better than to ask Billy's help with collecting the crystals that would be necessary for the spell. Billy would want to know why, and Billy knows enough magic that he'd be able to sniff out a lie easily.]
I merely... I want to feel normal. [Well, as normal as he ever gets.]