[ … well, she hates that answer. First Iggy, then Theo, now Nick; feels like everyone she likes is convinced of something so incredibly wrong about themselves — that they aren't lovable, for some fucking reason or another — and she's just becoming more and more useless in the face of that lie. It's like she's having the same conversation with herself time and again and she can't fix it no matter what she says. ]
[ That explains where he went. And it makes her frown, gears turning. She needs the vodka now, because she has to decide whether to tell Nick that he left her and Theo to go hang out with him and that it has to mean something or spare them both from possibly the worst conversation ever.
Yeah, there's no fucking way he's gonna hear the guy that broke his heart had a threesome in the adjoining room. She'd rather be a bad friend for lying than a total monster, thanks. Another swig goes down. ]
[ so that's that. nick shrugs to that effect, suddenly very interested in picking at a loose thread on his sweater sleeve. his own, not august's, nick couldn't possibly fathom being that tragic again. ]
I think I just like--built this whole thing up in my head, you know? Like I just felt...so fucking special when he looked at me. It's just embarrassing, I've been so obvious, I don't know why he didn't tell me to cut it out weeks ago.
[ The conversation hits a pause, but her thoughts are still going. And going. There's alcohol sticking to the back of her throat when she starts, cleared a couple of words in, ]
So you've known each other forever, you made out, you have sleepovers in the morning, and he gets upset when people are into him, and you've been obvious about being into him, but he hasn't told you to back off, and also you haven't actually said it to his face.
[ Blessed be thy holy alcohol, because it's speaking now: ]
Please don't take this the wrong way, but this is lesbian behavior. You need to tell him.
[ the thing is, that was about all the bravery that nick had in him, and the attempt had just left him in tatters. he swallows, tries to muster up a version of agreeable, believable enough that cellar might take his word for it that yes, of course nick will try again.
what she gets is a shrug and a weak watery smile, a digging of his thumbnail into the side of his own finger, a sudden fascination in the little indent left behind. ]
Maybe. Or maybe the whole friends with benefits suits us fine, and if I bring it up again I'm going to fuck the whole thing
[ it's a fair question honestly, this whole conversation has been a disaster and nick knows he looks a mess, but what's he supposed to say? even by this mess of a standard, nick knows the real answer is too pathetic. he'll take whatever he can get and he knows it. ]
Tomorrow, maybe next week? I'll figure it out by then.
[ Liar. No, don't say that, Cellar. Put the filter back on. ]
Okay.
[ Nailed it. She shifts again, sitting next to Nick in their initial position, until she scoots and nudges him to lie down and rest his head on her shoulder, chest, whatever. The bottle is tucked against her waist with one hand, the other slowly playing with his hair. ]
You wanna skip dinner tonight? I can tell Teddie to bring us something. Or I can tell him to go away.
[ imagine Theo walking in thinking they're gonna bone another twink ]
[ there's no resistance in him, nick is way past that. he's all wrung out and it's so much easier to just go where cellar guides him, head on her shoulder and ear pressed flush against her chest, as if listening to the thud of her heart might settle something in him. ]
I think— [ he's halting, stumbles squarely at the first step. nick is bad at asking for what he wants at the best of times, let alone when he doesn't even know, not really. short of going back to yesterday and remembering to take that stupid question mark out of his answer, there's not a whole lot that will make things better, but there's probably something that might make it worse. ] I think...I don't really want to have to explain to anyone else what's wrong right now. Is that okay?
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... Sorry.
[ Cellar squeezes his hand. ]
When was the last time you spoke?
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[ and if it felt a little cruel in the moment, well that's only because nick hasn't gotten back to normal yet. ]
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[ That explains where he went. And it makes her frown, gears turning. She needs the vodka now, because she has to decide whether to tell Nick that he left her and Theo to go hang out with him and that it has to mean something or spare them both from possibly the worst conversation ever.
Yeah, there's no fucking way he's gonna hear the guy that broke his heart had a threesome in the adjoining room. She'd rather be a bad friend for lying than a total monster, thanks. Another swig goes down. ]
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[ so that's that. nick shrugs to that effect, suddenly very interested in picking at a loose thread on his sweater sleeve. his own, not august's, nick couldn't possibly fathom being that tragic again. ]
I think I just like--built this whole thing up in my head, you know? Like I just felt...so fucking special when he looked at me. It's just embarrassing, I've been so obvious, I don't know why he didn't tell me to cut it out weeks ago.
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So you've known each other forever, you made out, you have sleepovers in the morning, and he gets upset when people are into him, and you've been obvious about being into him, but he hasn't told you to back off, and also you haven't actually said it to his face.
[ Blessed be thy holy alcohol, because it's speaking now: ]
Please don't take this the wrong way, but this is lesbian behavior. You need to tell him.
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what she gets is a shrug and a weak watery smile, a digging of his thumbnail into the side of his own finger, a sudden fascination in the little indent left behind. ]
Maybe. Or maybe the whole friends with benefits suits us fine, and if I bring it up again I'm going to fuck the whole thing
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Does it suit you just fine? Because you don't seem fine.
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[ it's a fair question honestly, this whole conversation has been a disaster and nick knows he looks a mess, but what's he supposed to say? even by this mess of a standard, nick knows the real answer is too pathetic. he'll take whatever he can get and he knows it. ]
Tomorrow, maybe next week? I'll figure it out by then.
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Okay.
[ Nailed it. She shifts again, sitting next to Nick in their initial position, until she scoots and nudges him to lie down and rest his head on her shoulder, chest, whatever. The bottle is tucked against her waist with one hand, the other slowly playing with his hair. ]
You wanna skip dinner tonight? I can tell Teddie to bring us something. Or I can tell him to go away.
[ imagine Theo walking in thinking they're gonna bone another twink ]
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I think— [ he's halting, stumbles squarely at the first step. nick is bad at asking for what he wants at the best of times, let alone when he doesn't even know, not really. short of going back to yesterday and remembering to take that stupid question mark out of his answer, there's not a whole lot that will make things better, but there's probably something that might make it worse. ] I think...I don't really want to have to explain to anyone else what's wrong right now. Is that okay?
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[ This girl understands wanting to be left alone. She also happens to be terrified of being alone. Something tells her Nick is the same. ]
I'll text him in a bit.