for every party that was had in colossal— well, every party harvey had been invited to, something that had only become more frequent in the last few years, he treated mila like a matching north pole, was repelled every time they got close. his reasoning had changed a few times over the years, he always found some sort of rationalization in his head. when they were really young, and before he had transitioned, it was the social ramifications of his crush. then, for some years, it had been a form of mental torture, a reminder of his wasted potential and much less clean image. at least her being married saved him from that train of thought for some time, gave him something else to simmer on. someone else to blame. at this point, though, there was no denying it. he was just plain fucking nervous. so he's been trying to be more chill lately. less avoidant, at least. maybe if he allowed himself to exist near mila, the concept of spending any significant time or energy engaged with her wouldn't be so daunting. yeah, exposure therapy wasn't enough. he's surprised by her approach, all possible greetings playing in his head at once. ( sup. pretty shit party, right? you look good. heyyy. how's it going? show was cool. your ex's house looks like shit. we should ditch. let's ditch. like, now. hey. hello. mila, right? not that one. definitely not that one. you've known her forever! ) he doesn't realize until she's finished that she had already been speaking, looking over at him expectantly. had she asked a question? fuck. harvey's fingers tap anxiously at the plastic cup in his hand "sorry. um, repeat? it's... loud."

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