[Something has literally been bothering him since Ziziphus and he'd sort of explained it away when he'd realized he did like Shion as something more than a friend. The idea that of course Bliss had inserted someone in as his boyfriend had seemed reasonable in retrospect, because yeah. In his perfect world, he would be out and on meds and happy and well-adjusted. That made sense to him.
What didn't make sense to him was the way it had felt familiar. It felt like a memory: Shion studying with him had been the only thing in the entire dream that wasn't tinged with an edge of wrongness. It felt like it had happened before, easy and comfortable, and that was deeply unsettling to him on a fundamental level. In a weird way, the fact that it hadn't seemed wrong at all had been the thing that screamed something wasn't right.
Now, it's like everything has clicked into place. It felt that way because it was. It was just an echo of being sprawled on Miguel's bed after school, pretending to study but mostly just watching Miguel.]
You do the same thing he used to. You look at me and see who I could be.
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[Something has literally been bothering him since Ziziphus and he'd sort of explained it away when he'd realized he did like Shion as something more than a friend. The idea that of course Bliss had inserted someone in as his boyfriend had seemed reasonable in retrospect, because yeah. In his perfect world, he would be out and on meds and happy and well-adjusted. That made sense to him.
What didn't make sense to him was the way it had felt familiar. It felt like a memory: Shion studying with him had been the only thing in the entire dream that wasn't tinged with an edge of wrongness. It felt like it had happened before, easy and comfortable, and that was deeply unsettling to him on a fundamental level. In a weird way, the fact that it hadn't seemed wrong at all had been the thing that screamed something wasn't right.
Now, it's like everything has clicked into place. It felt that way because it was. It was just an echo of being sprawled on Miguel's bed after school, pretending to study but mostly just watching Miguel.]
You do the same thing he used to. You look at me and see who I could be.