No. [The word is soft, but full of emotion.] I just like to lead with the worst of me.
[Gently, Connor wraps an arm around Dave's midsection. He still keeps the barest sliver of space physically between them, like that makes any of this less intimate. Deep down, part of him recognizes this is weird but he's just shoving it in a box to think about later. That's a problem for later.
He doesn't want to talk about their respective, fucked up families really. Like, he could say something about how people change and circumstances sometimes suck and this or that but Connor doesn't know how to make himself say platitudes. If they end up actually having that conversation, it'll be very real and very raw. That's... not right now.]
Do you want me to tell you a story? An actual one, not one of my fucked up life stories.
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[Gently, Connor wraps an arm around Dave's midsection. He still keeps the barest sliver of space physically between them, like that makes any of this less intimate. Deep down, part of him recognizes this is weird but he's just shoving it in a box to think about later. That's a problem for later.
He doesn't want to talk about their respective, fucked up families really. Like, he could say something about how people change and circumstances sometimes suck and this or that but Connor doesn't know how to make himself say platitudes. If they end up actually having that conversation, it'll be very real and very raw. That's... not right now.]
Do you want me to tell you a story? An actual one, not one of my fucked up life stories.