“I’ll get the message to them promptly.”
I hung up.
Thank you, Cranston.
I returned to Brian with a mug of tea for myself and a glass of water for him. The television was on, and he sat in the middle of the couch. He patted at one cushion.
Somehow this reminds me of Interlude 11h.
With the way he was positioned, there was no way for me to sit a distance from him.
At the same time, when I did sit, he didn’t reach out to touch me, to put a hand on my shoulder, or any of that. We watched terrible late night TV with the volume so low we could barely hear it, not talking, not making body contact, barely even looking at each other.
Well, at least they’re there? With each other? Just supporting each other by being present?
…y’know what I don’t understand? How going to a movie at the cinema is supposed to be a social experience. You’re not supposed to talk or even look at people, just sit there and watch the movie. What’s social about that besides occasionally sharing your snacks with the person next to you?
He’d confessed feelings for me, after a fashion; I had a special place in his thoughts, even if he didn’t know what that meant, exactly.
It’s something, yes…
Now how do you feel about that at this point?
We were sharing personal parts of ourselves we’d never let others see. We even cared about each other.
Man, the serial readers who went down with the ship in Arc 7 and clung onto the shipwreck until Arc 13 must’ve felt so vindicated when these last two chapters came out. The shipping scene around the time of this chapter must’ve been wild.
Although exactly how wild depends a lot on what Taylor is about to say about her own feelings on this whole thing.
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