[stahn isn't denying it, but he's not so quick to accept that statement as it is. maybe "best friend" hadn't been the right word, but narrowing it down to "romantic partner" felt a little cheap too, even if it's technically true.
but when stahn looks up to try and meet leon's gaze, there's a sheepish smile on his face as he tries to search for the words. his face is flushed pink, but there's a lot he has to say.]
It's... more than that though. My best friend, my... roman...tic partner... I— [this is really hard to say out loud.]
You're... just my partner, Leon... [is his face getting redder? it probably is.] It's, it's more than one thing or the other, right?
[because to stahn, it's everything, and it's probably pretty clear from the way he's speaking that he's actually put a lot of thought into his feelings and how to try and define them for himself.
but there isn't a word for it. there's not a single word stahn can find that accurately describes his feelings or how to define what the two of them share.]
That's why it doesn't matter what we call it. I know—I know I want to stay with you. I want to fight next to you and... see you when I wake up in the morning and share meals and, and...
[stahn? overwhelmed? maybe just a little and that's why he fumbles. but to say that he wants to hug leon, or kiss him, or some of the other less-than-pure thoughts that have crept into his thoughts lately aloud is not easy.]
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[stahn isn't denying it, but he's not so quick to accept that statement as it is. maybe "best friend" hadn't been the right word, but narrowing it down to "romantic partner" felt a little cheap too, even if it's technically true.
but when stahn looks up to try and meet leon's gaze, there's a sheepish smile on his face as he tries to search for the words. his face is flushed pink, but there's a lot he has to say.]
It's... more than that though. My best friend, my... roman...tic partner... I— [this is really hard to say out loud.]
You're... just my partner, Leon... [is his face getting redder? it probably is.] It's, it's more than one thing or the other, right?
[because to stahn, it's everything, and it's probably pretty clear from the way he's speaking that he's actually put a lot of thought into his feelings and how to try and define them for himself.
but there isn't a word for it. there's not a single word stahn can find that accurately describes his feelings or how to define what the two of them share.]
That's why it doesn't matter what we call it. I know—I know I want to stay with you. I want to fight next to you and... see you when I wake up in the morning and share meals and, and...
[stahn? overwhelmed? maybe just a little and that's why he fumbles. but to say that he wants to hug leon, or kiss him, or some of the other less-than-pure thoughts that have crept into his thoughts lately aloud is not easy.]
I don't have a word for it...