[It's so much better than anything he's ever had, though he fails to admit that. He doesn't think it's fair to burden his grieving friend with his own petty issues, things he can't really explain.
(Because he hasn't thought about them at length. He never does.)
Sadness is less productive than joy.]
It's not 'cause you're a guy, really, I've-
[He reaches out to tenderly trace the outline of Zura's lower lip with his thumb again, imagining how his own tongue would feel against it. In an even quieter voice, though he doesn't sound ashamed, necessarily:]
I've looked, before. C'mon! You know a guy like me doesn't care about that kinda stuff. I just care.
[What he's trying to say is that he's never been allowed to get this close before. That it's exciting and he wants more of it, but he can't ask because it'd be too selfish.
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[It's so much better than anything he's ever had, though he fails to admit that. He doesn't think it's fair to burden his grieving friend with his own petty issues, things he can't really explain.
(Because he hasn't thought about them at length. He never does.)
Sadness is less productive than joy.]
It's not 'cause you're a guy, really, I've-
[He reaches out to tenderly trace the outline of Zura's lower lip with his thumb again, imagining how his own tongue would feel against it. In an even quieter voice, though he doesn't sound ashamed, necessarily:]
I've looked, before. C'mon! You know a guy like me doesn't care about that kinda stuff. I just care.
[What he's trying to say is that he's never been allowed to get this close before. That it's exciting and he wants more of it, but he can't ask because it'd be too selfish.
The words die in his throat.]
What are we really doin' here?