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[stupidloser]

[after getting over his "i can't believe i just said that and now i need to crawl into a hole and die" mood, stupid loser standing alone in the middle of some park. he left campus and just... kept walking until he decided to stop.

he pulls out his phone and his thumb does hesitate over fitz's name for a moment, but...]

Hey.

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[littleirony]

[... damn it. on some level he'd already figured it out and just sort of buried it and hoped they could avoid it entirely, but that's not really possible now. he's been in a few situations like this before, though this is different because of Reasons. stays silent for a few seconds before responding. not callously:]

And?

[withaburst]

[taken aback... just for a second.]

I— That's it.

[littleirony]

Do you feel better, getting it off your chest?

[withaburst]

Well, yes...

[littleirony]

Good.

[withaburst]

... You don't have anything to say?

[littleirony]

Did you have something in mind? I can't reciprocate your feelings.

[withaburst]

Oh.

[she'd been expecting to hear that, of course, but actually hearing it...]

Right.

[littleirony]

I'm sorry.

[good job, apologised AND didn't include the part where it's not because he doesn't like her, obviously this is the best case scenario]

[withaburst]

But you'd be okay with still being friends?

[littleirony]

Yes.

[withaburst]

Oh, good. I'm glad.

[littleirony]

... Right. Good.

[withaburst]

[she's honestly kind of sad since she translated that as "i don't like you," but more relieved that the conversation seems to be... relatively okay...]

I'm not sure why, I thought maybe— it would make things awkward when I told you.

[littleirony]

I don't feel awkward.

[withaburst]

Really?

[it's not like you like me back, so shouldn't you at least feel a little weird...]

[littleirony]

Should I? Do you expect something to change?

[withaburst]

Oh— No! I would be happy if we could just... keep being friends.

[it's not really a lie]

[littleirony]

You would be happy?

[withaburst]

Yeah.

[littleirony]

... Then let's forget the last five minutes.

[withaburst]

...

[littleirony]

Sylvia?

[withaburst]

[it would be simpler to do that, but she feels...]

—Um, yeah. Let's do that.

[littleirony]

... Good.

[checks phone]

I have to go.