[It's almost a relief, to have found someone so taken by the fireworks that he's blessedly not remarking on how out of sorts Rufus is — or at least, how uncoupled he feels, for reasons he's as yet unable to explain. What is a relief is the way the acknowledgement seems to wash over him, blunting some of the odd ache that had driven him to go in search of company to begin with.]
...Really.
[He sips his drink, absently, letting the remark hang in the air almost like he's expecting the other man to just know to keep talking and fill the silence — only then the discomfort starts to rise again, and no, he's got to keep talking, got to find something else to say to make him respond again.]
wrio my fave 🖤
...Really.
[He sips his drink, absently, letting the remark hang in the air almost like he's expecting the other man to just know to keep talking and fill the silence — only then the discomfort starts to rise again, and no, he's got to keep talking, got to find something else to say to make him respond again.]
Why is that? A lack of things to celebrate?