[ It's really, genuinely not a reflection on what kind of person Nate's become. It's just the kind of stupid Ian is when afforded even the mildest kind of evidence that he might be getting attached to someone, that it's like. Mutual. Before he got here he'd have long since erected some walls at the least, probably ghosted entirely at the worst.
But now he's on a bridge probably oversharing, or undersharing, honestly he's bouncing back and forth trying to determine which of the two it is. There's got to be an exact right numerical value, but for the damn life of him he can't estimate it.
The only thing really for it is to glide smoothly toward literally any other topic, thanks for the assist with that Nate. His reply is a dry: ]
Knock knock.
[ And only a single beat before he follows up. ]
Don't actually ask, I don't have anything to follow that up.
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But now he's on a bridge probably oversharing, or undersharing, honestly he's bouncing back and forth trying to determine which of the two it is. There's got to be an exact right numerical value, but for the damn life of him he can't estimate it.
The only thing really for it is to glide smoothly toward literally any other topic, thanks for the assist with that Nate. His reply is a dry: ]
Knock knock.
[ And only a single beat before he follows up. ]
Don't actually ask, I don't have anything to follow that up.
[ Which is to say... thanks. ]