[Makoto had made his second terrible mistake of the evening and he was already mentally kicking himself for it.
Why did he have to drag it out, and why did he even have to bring up the subject of who the person was? He could've jumped around the issue forever; there was no way Rin would not get bored of it eventually if he was stubborn about it. But Rin had him scrambling with the threat of face-too-face conversation--it was much easier to be coy over text, and somehow less awkward.
Though it was pretty damn awkward over text too, and his heart and stomach hadn't stopped doing flips that would make an acrobat sweat since the first message was sent.
Makoto scrubbed at his bangs, knowing he was in too deep now but still struggling to keep afloat.]
i really dont want to make you guess. Its already awkward enough as it is without you throwing every person we mutually know at my face.
Which is a lot of people.
...but I also really dont want to bring it up so I dont know which is the lesser of the two evils.
[Why did he bring this up again? Couldn't he have survived just burying those feelings deep inside where they belonged? They were hard to ignore once he realized they were there--but certainly not impossible? Makoto could get over the heartache, he really could. Why couldn't he have left them an unvoiced fantasy instead of bringing them to life?
Regret wasn't going to save him now though, and as much as he hated admitting it, his mind was warming up to the idea of spilling everything.]
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Why did he have to drag it out, and why did he even have to bring up the subject of who the person was? He could've jumped around the issue forever; there was no way Rin would not get bored of it eventually if he was stubborn about it. But Rin had him scrambling with the threat of face-too-face conversation--it was much easier to be coy over text, and somehow less awkward.
Though it was pretty damn awkward over text too, and his heart and stomach hadn't stopped doing flips that would make an acrobat sweat since the first message was sent.
Makoto scrubbed at his bangs, knowing he was in too deep now but still struggling to keep afloat.]
i really dont want to make you guess. Its already awkward enough as it is without you throwing every person we mutually know at my face.
Which is a lot of people.
...but I also really dont want to bring it up so I dont know which is the lesser of the two evils.
[Why did he bring this up again? Couldn't he have survived just burying those feelings deep inside where they belonged? They were hard to ignore once he realized they were there--but certainly not impossible? Makoto could get over the heartache, he really could. Why couldn't he have left them an unvoiced fantasy instead of bringing them to life?
Regret wasn't going to save him now though, and as much as he hated admitting it, his mind was warming up to the idea of spilling everything.]