limitless

“… I hope-”

“… Maybe? It’ll take some time…”

“…”

“… Yeah-”

“… I’m sure it’ll be nice, though– When the big day hits..-”

“… Y-Yeah…

“… But this is… pretty new to us both, huh..”

“…”

“Mn…”

“… I… Sorry, I-” He’ll bring a hand to his chest. Ugh… “It’s dumb. I-It’s nice here..”

“I do. I do, it’s just… not… ‘me’…

“… Not- like I’m used to, at least.”

“Y… Yeah, it’s really– … Really different.”

“…. O… Okay. I just–” Breathe. “Can’t get used to this. Living here. And now the holidays are coming up and I – uh, they… Like… everyone’s been really sweet, but I feel like I shouldn’t– be here? Uh..” God, can his voice not.. shake?

“Like I’m intruding or something, and I haven’t even gotten to know everyone well enough for this ‘secret santa’ thing, and it feels… bad. So– yeah.”

“… Can I know where your head’s been? I’ll tell you mine-”

“… I’m just worried..”

“… No, that–  I don’t know… where your head’s been, Aster. Or how you… feel… about me..?”

… That’s dumb– I’m being dumb, shut up..

“I-I mean like– or…

“…. Well it… doesn’t seem like you’ve been telling me everything either-”

“I… I-I don’t wanna talk to anyone, really– But with you, it… um…

“… I don’t… wanna weigh you down? I guess–”