Am I being difficult? I think you’re lovable because you want to be better. If you weren’t lovable you’d say fuck it and wouldn’t admit you were a bad person.
I don’t — why — you — why are you even saying this? What difference does it make to you? How I feel …
I dunno? I been there before? I used to think the same way until someone changed my mind. But they’re gone now and I finally believe em. And I like you. Not love cos I haven’t loved in years but I like you, somethin about ya. I think you’d be a good friend….
As you say, then …
Whoa now, I’m not Sir Victor here….friendship is mutual so it’s only if you want to be friends.
When you look at me like that I don’t know /what/ I want.
Like what?
So you’re deciding on to be friends or not to be friends? Tis the question? Or what else? Cos I know what I’d like but why don’t you let me in on your lil internal war there.
… Victor, I’m an empath. It means I can know what you’re feeling. And if I care about someone enough, there’s a link. A — bond. It’s permanent. And infinite, as far as I can tell. And if we talk much longer about things like this, it’s going to happen.
And when you look at me like that, I think that *looks away* maybe I might want to be more than friends.
“An empath? Wow, I haven’t met one before. That’s gotta be tough for you.” He took a moment and looked down, thinking. “I don’t mind a link to you. I already said I like you but it’s a really personal thing and while I definitely wouldn’t mind it you’re the empath.” Victor looked up at her then and stared at her for a while. He ducked his head so that he could see her eyes then his own eyes warmed and he smiled. ”Honestly Summer, I’d like something more than ‘just friends’…”
“You don’t have my way of cheating,” Summer mumbled, flushing. “How can you even say that?”