[He admits softly, and now his gaze trails back to the glass in front of him. He's not looking at Alvin right now, because the words on his tongue are heavy and he's never, ever been so open about his emotions to anyone that's not her.]
I know, she might come back. And that's a selfish thought, so I don't want her to return if it can be helped.
I just...wish I could have convinced her that I was strong enough to take her friendship. That I wasn't going to fall to pieces if she said something that would upset me. Maybe, maybe that was me all those months ago, but I've improved, and I've recovered and I can even touch wrists' now--
[The words spill out like sand, falling out quietly, quickly, as if he's afraid that he'll stop talking if he hesitates.
And then a pause, and he looks at his hands on the table.]
...we never got to carry out our friendship handshake. [And maybe that hurts more, than never telling her about how he felt.]
WHAT DO YOU CALL A THREE HUMPED CAMEL?
[He admits softly, and now his gaze trails back to the glass in front of him. He's not looking at Alvin right now, because the words on his tongue are heavy and he's never, ever been so open about his emotions to anyone that's not her.]
I know, she might come back. And that's a selfish thought, so I don't want her to return if it can be helped.
I just...wish I could have convinced her that I was strong enough to take her friendship. That I wasn't going to fall to pieces if she said something that would upset me. Maybe, maybe that was me all those months ago, but I've improved, and I've recovered and I can even touch wrists' now--
[The words spill out like sand, falling out quietly, quickly, as if he's afraid that he'll stop talking if he hesitates.
And then a pause, and he looks at his hands on the table.]
...we never got to carry out our friendship handshake. [And maybe that hurts more, than never telling her about how he felt.]