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.