irl meetups & phone

[dissimulative]

Time to touch some grass.

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[insinning]

[...

There's something Oria is holding back. Sinclair studies Oria with his watchful gaze for a moment, and then reaches up to tap Oria against the lips. A mirror from before]

...Mm. Me too. [He smiles, and squeezes Oria's hand in turn. There are things in both their lives they can't avoid forever. Maybe their paths would diverge later, draw them apart as much as it had drawn them together now, but he feels like he should say this anyway:]

But you know...if there's something you don't know how to tell me yet, I can wait. For as long as you need me to.

[dissimulative]

[ They've only gotten to know each other since a month ago even if they met at a business party several times before. For Oria, his feelings are resolute, regardless of how much time had passed. Sinclair was right in that Oria stays true to his feelings if they involve love. His love for his ex was so intense, yet their relationship only lasted a mere several months. People would have thought they were in love for years with how intense his emotions were. Yet for him to start dating Sinclair not even a year later, things can always change at the drop of a hat, but not his feelings. The fact that he loved his ex and the fact that he also loves Sinclair in this moment are two statements that can coexist. Sinclair has helped him accept things that were difficult to do on his own. He's deeply grateful. Even if Sinclair didn't like him romantically, Oria would have been fine with that.

He thinks he now understands what Tylor means by wanting someone to be happy, even if they don't return your feelings. It's been that way with his first love too, but now that he's matured, he gets it.

But most of all, the fact that Sinclair is willing to wait for him instead of trying to drag the truth out of him is just... something that Oria didn't know that he needed to hear. If he had tears left to cry, they would spill in this exact moment. Instead, when he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, it feels like it's shuddering, as if expelling the anxiety he feels about this entire thing.

He gives a short kiss on the fingers that tapped his lips. ]

I'll never forget that as long as I live.

I love you.

[insinning]

[ Oria had said Sinclair was the type to go "all in."

He wasn't wrong. He had fallen in love twice in his life. He hadn't really recognised it the first time; Demian had been a blazing comet, a moment gone before Sinclair could come to terms with anything .

Oria is a bright star in the dark, one Sinclair couldn't help but be drawn towards. He's older now, steadier in other ways. He's looked at himself in the dark and has come out knowing, if nothing else, this one constant:]

Then don't forget this either - I love you too.

[And he leans in to kiss Oria again, eyes shut to hide the tears in his eyes. For now, this was theirs.]