[He shoves a hand in his pocket - doesn't this stance look familiar? But he narrows his eyes, lips in a twisted grin and his eyes shine.]
Why? Oh - right. I'm too stubborn to know when I'm beaten. Even when I set myself up for it!
Knowing - 'Oh, he'll never look at me the way he looks at Rise,' or thinking 'why couldn't his shadow had the problems Kanji's did.'
As if you'd stand more of a chance. As if it would change things. Saying questionable things doesn't make a man change his way of life. Partner is a nickname, never what he'll feel about me! He can't even get out of his own way fast enough when Kanji is questionable...
But it would be so nice would it? Let me just sink into him. Convince him. Let my lips do the talking until he understands that what matters isn't gender.
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Why? Oh - right. I'm too stubborn to know when I'm beaten. Even when I set myself up for it!
Knowing - 'Oh, he'll never look at me the way he looks at Rise,' or thinking 'why couldn't his shadow had the problems Kanji's did.'
As if you'd stand more of a chance. As if it would change things. Saying questionable things doesn't make a man change his way of life. Partner is a nickname, never what he'll feel about me! He can't even get out of his own way fast enough when Kanji is questionable...
But it would be so nice would it? Let me just sink into him. Convince him. Let my lips do the talking until he understands that what matters isn't gender.
As if someone so shallow would ever believe that.
Heartbeat.
Heartbreak.
Does it hurt yet?