can you do me a favor? if anyone ever does... promise you'll tell me? even if it's embarrassing and awkward?
[ He's glad he had been mistaken, but that angry worry is slow to dissipate.
Reynir reads over Onni's message twice, thrice, trying to read between the lines, mulling it over carefully. Normally, Reynir speaka without thinking, but some instinct is telling him to tread very, very carefully here. He remembers his conversation with Onni, that he has never really dated, never had sex, probably not even been kissed before. The last thing Reynir should do is be cavalier, when Onni's experience is so different from his own.
But before he can answer honestly, he has to actually think about what the truth is. Had romance been on his mind? Not consciously. Had it been, unconsciously?
His thoughts are skirting around something that has been growing gradually inside him. An awareness that feels inevitable, but that he's been holding off with both hands.
He distracts himself with smaller answers, to start. ]
you already know what our bond means. it's the only way for Monsters and Witches to be safe, here. i didn't want you to explode from excess magic, and you didn't want me to go feral. we wanted to keep each other safe, and we trust each other. that's what matters.
so trust me that i'm not going to blindside you with anything, and i haven't been secretly expecting things from you that you don't know about. this is me, remember? your best friend.
our Bond means everything i said in my vow. don't let other people and their stuff make you lose sight of that.
[ It isn't, of course, a yes or no answer. That is by design.
Because what would it matter, even if he did want their Bond to be romantic, when he knows Onni has no interest in him like that, and won't ever. So what's it matter? He shouldn't let himself think about whether or not he has feelings for Onni, because Onni doesn't want him like that. ]
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[ He's glad he had been mistaken, but that angry worry is slow to dissipate.
Reynir reads over Onni's message twice, thrice, trying to read between the lines, mulling it over carefully. Normally, Reynir speaka without thinking, but some instinct is telling him to tread very, very carefully here. He remembers his conversation with Onni, that he has never really dated, never had sex, probably not even been kissed before. The last thing Reynir should do is be cavalier, when Onni's experience is so different from his own.
But before he can answer honestly, he has to actually think about what the truth is. Had romance been on his mind? Not consciously. Had it been, unconsciously?
His thoughts are skirting around something that has been growing gradually inside him. An awareness that feels inevitable, but that he's been holding off with both hands.
He distracts himself with smaller answers, to start. ]
you already know what our bond means. it's the only way for Monsters and Witches to be safe, here. i didn't want you to explode from excess magic, and you didn't want me to go feral. we wanted to keep each other safe, and we trust each other. that's what matters.
so trust me that i'm not going to blindside you with anything, and i haven't been secretly expecting things from you that you don't know about. this is me, remember? your best friend.
our Bond means everything i said in my vow. don't let other people and their stuff make you lose sight of that.
[ It isn't, of course, a yes or no answer. That is by design.
Because what would it matter, even if he did want their Bond to be romantic, when he knows Onni has no interest in him like that, and won't ever. So what's it matter? He shouldn't let himself think about whether or not he has feelings for Onni, because Onni doesn't want him like that. ]