[ Peter figures this will be something like ripping off a bandage, so he heads out as soon as the call calls. Still, he's looking uncharacteristically timid as he approaches. ]
[ He doesn't sit, but he does move closer, crossing his arms over his chest.
And then: word vomit. ]
-- Look, about what happened. I-- I seriously don't know what that was about, and I'm really sorry, okay? I don't-- I dunno, apparently I figured thinking with my dick was in the cards that day or whatever, and I didn't mean--
I took it too far, I know, and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but I obviously did, and I-- it's okay, you know, if you wanna just slap the shit out of me, so--
I-- okay, in the Abbey, I was trained to fight- never mind all the monks and vows or whatever- they only let me have one purpose. So things like physical affection just... never came up. I never really cared to experiment, and I had no one to experiment with.
But now here we are, and having realized what I've been missing out on for the past twenty-seven years, I'd kind of like to explore it a bit more. But I don't know that I want a relationship to go with it.
And if that's totally not a thing, feel free to tell me to shut the hell up, because I really and truly have no idea how this kind of thing works.
[ Now they're easing onto more familiar territory, and he's relaxing by degrees. Sex isn't difficult to talk about -- feelings and honesty and patching up friendships are another matter entirely. ]
Usually "friends with benefits" entails sex, just with no strings attached.
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[ and there she'll be waiting, having found somewhere to sit by the edge of the spring ]
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Hey. Uh. How's it goin'?
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Hey. Can we just... get this out of the way? I'm really not mad at you.
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-- You're not?
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I didn't call you here to yell at you. I just want to talk.
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And then: word vomit. ]
-- Look, about what happened. I-- I seriously don't know what that was about, and I'm really sorry, okay? I don't-- I dunno, apparently I figured thinking with my dick was in the cards that day or whatever, and I didn't mean--
I took it too far, I know, and I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but I obviously did, and I-- it's okay, you know, if you wanna just slap the shit out of me, so--
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I told you it was okay, and then when it wasn't anymore, you listened. You left.
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So-- we're-- what, we're okay?
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... You know, that was my first kiss.
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[ THAT IS THE WORST POSSIBLE NEWS. ]
I'm seriously sorry about that.
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... I actually kind of enjoyed it.
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What. ]
I--
Wait... Really?
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I--
Are you--
What?
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I'm not asking to be your girlfriend or anything. I'd just, you know, like to... kiss you again?
That's probably totally weird, isn't it? I'm out of my depth here, help me out.
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[ Most of the time, kissing randomly lead to having sex randomly and then ditching in the morning, so-- ]
-- What are you asking for, here? I just. I wanna make sure we're clear, here.
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I-- okay, in the Abbey, I was trained to fight- never mind all the monks and vows or whatever- they only let me have one purpose. So things like physical affection just... never came up. I never really cared to experiment, and I had no one to experiment with.
But now here we are, and having realized what I've been missing out on for the past twenty-seven years, I'd kind of like to explore it a bit more. But I don't know that I want a relationship to go with it.
And if that's totally not a thing, feel free to tell me to shut the hell up, because I really and truly have no idea how this kind of thing works.
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No, I mean-- that's not-- too weird.
So you want-- a friends with benefits thing? Is that it?
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[ Now they're easing onto more familiar territory, and he's relaxing by degrees. Sex isn't difficult to talk about -- feelings and honesty and patching up friendships are another matter entirely. ]
Usually "friends with benefits" entails sex, just with no strings attached.
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I'm sorry. You can forget I ever brought it up, if you'd rather.
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So you-- seriously just wanna make out? That's all?
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