( He bites his lip, partly out of another resurgence of being far too pleased with himself, partly to suppress the urge to point out he was trying to walk through a wall. But, you know, maybe lighten up on him for a little bit. Gotta find that right balance. It's not like he won't have this for material later.
It's a good thing they're not touching, or else roles here would probably swap. Ian's buzzing with that specific brand of joy that comes with showing something to somebody you're keen on and receiving genuine approval afterward. At sixteen he did it with CDs, at twenty-two he did it with recreational drugs, at thirty he did it with his work. It mattered less at thirty, increasingly so over time. Now, at almost thirty-five, he's doing it with a tree. Go figure. )
Thank you, your benevolence.
( It would sound genuine if they both didn't fully know it's not even remotely genuine. )
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It's a good thing they're not touching, or else roles here would probably swap. Ian's buzzing with that specific brand of joy that comes with showing something to somebody you're keen on and receiving genuine approval afterward. At sixteen he did it with CDs, at twenty-two he did it with recreational drugs, at thirty he did it with his work. It mattered less at thirty, increasingly so over time. Now, at almost thirty-five, he's doing it with a tree. Go figure. )
Thank you, your benevolence.
( It would sound genuine if they both didn't fully know it's not even remotely genuine. )