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[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ having decided that meeting anthony half-way would be best for this particular... conversation, he walks a bit slowly, quite aware that his dorm was closer to the school than his friend-slash-goalie's house. (that and he would probably have to struggle with his mode of transportation for a while.) so instead of the usual ten minutes it takes him to arrive to this particular destination, he gives himself thirty, casually making his way to one of the benches underneath a tree.

takes a seat, pulls out his cellphone, then begins to check his messages as he waits; it would be at least another fifteen minute wait, one he was finally willing to be patient for. after all, he wasn't expecting much, anyway. when it came to feelings, expectations were the worst things to have, or so he had logically deducted throughout his childhood. besides, it wouldn't be the end of the world if anything negative happened. this was anthony, after all, the boy who clucked and bawked louder than he spoke or made any semblance of sense with his words.

... it almost made him second-guess himself. almost.

pockets his phone and tilts his head backwards instead, letting it rest against the top of the bench. just simply stares up into the branches and leaves of the tree, allowing himself to show a rare display of being lost in some non-thoughts for the time being. ]

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[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ puffs out his cheeks, but surprisingly does as is told. ]

How's the yogurt?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Quite delicious, thank you for asking. [ scoops some up with his spoon, raising it to anthony's mouth. ] Would you like to taste some as well?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ blinks in surprise, then leans forward to nom the bite down. swallows. ]

. . . Better than I thought.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

It is better for you, but lacks any overly extravagant flavors. [ takes a spoonful for himself. ] Have you ever tried gelato before?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It has its superior moments.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Swedish Glace?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

I need a phone with google on it.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

It is a dairy-free Swedish frozen dessert.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Can I get it Fed-Exed?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ ... shakes his head. mostly at anthony himself, not his question. ]

We have a fair share at my house.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ ... ]

That's an offer, right?

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ sighs and rolls his eyes. ]

Yes, it is an offer.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ points at him. ]

Do that again.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

Do what again?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Eye thing. Rolling them.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

And this is necessary why, exactly?

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

Because it's-- [ not something a robot usually does-- ] New. Never see you do it.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

I am certain you will see it more in the future. [ pauses in eating his next spoonful. ] Because there will be change. Trying new things. That particular gesture and more will happen again, I assure you.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ noms at his ice cream in silence for a moment. ... & then just gives up, smiling. ]

That sounds pretty good.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ rolls his eyes again, only this time he's smiling with him. ]

I am glad you think so.

[cutemajor.livejournal.com]

[ clears his throat. ]

. . . Did you grab napkins.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ nods, handing one of them over to him. there's silence after that, some thinking. sighs out quietly, deciding it's best to touch on the subject now rather than later. ]

I wanted to apologize for earlier. When we were dining at the cafe, I said something that might have come out harsher than initially intended. Questioning your success at keeping your relationships with others was uncalled for. I am simply concerned that you are still unable to move forward from those specific... complications that arose with your friends. I cannot fully understand it, but if you need to talk about it, I am always free to listen.

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[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ accepts the napkin & opens his mouth. it stays open while he pushes down his kneejerk response(s), visibly struggling. then closes it before slowly responding: ]

. . . I don't mind telling you, but-- later? Not. Not now. It's fresh, still, so I don't. . . I try not to think about it. Not yet. [ pauses. gathers thoughts again. ] But, uh, apology accepted. You didn't have to.

[bawkmajor.livejournal.com]

[ wipes at his mouth & glances at his feet. in a small voice, as if testing the waters: ]

It's true anyway.

[yaysoccer.livejournal.com]

[ reaches out to hold anthony's hand again, though this time he's shifting them to twine their fingers together, if only to offer something he can't exactly put into words. ]

It will not be true forever. You are not foolish enough to let something precious slip away from you forever. If they are that important to you, things will be resolved within time. [ pauses. ] Logically speaking, at the very least. But I will listen when you feel comfortable enough to talk.