Maybe you should've asked him, maybe it wouldn't have made a difference. Either way, there's nothing worrying about it now will do other than hurt you.
That's why I say what I want. I'll never have any regrets, I can go peacefully knowing I have nothing left to say to anyone.
[ He sounds so happy though. As if the solution had brought him more peace than he can articulate. He's got a solid, platonic lap, so her being there is fine with Justy. Physical affection is something he soaks in when it's offered. He'd never asked her in words, but it's sort of unfair how safe and free he feels. He's also probably sort of slouching into her while holding her close, but he's warm and undemanding when he sighs; a different level of intimacy comes from the clarity of friendship, of nothing else binding them here than themselves and the simple things.
She can keep him talking more openly about the less fun things better than anyone else like this. It's a little scary, actually. Wave understands, he thinks, and she gives no demands either. There's no itch to break away from sharp questions, at least none that are unmanageable. Better yet, she shares. It's easier like this. ]
... I always give them the chance to leave. I'm really not upset when the life they want to lead doesn't include me, even when I know I'll miss them. Asking them, now that'd be unfair if I can't give them what they need. Or want. It just hurts both of us.
[ Justy squeezes, but he sounds happy. ]
Don't worry so much, Wave, I'm fine. I get to fall in love all the time, that's better.
cw allusions to death, but peaceful ??
That's why I say what I want. I'll never have any regrets, I can go peacefully knowing I have nothing left to say to anyone.
[ He sounds so happy though. As if the solution had brought him more peace than he can articulate. He's got a solid, platonic lap, so her being there is fine with Justy. Physical affection is something he soaks in when it's offered. He'd never asked her in words, but it's sort of unfair how safe and free he feels. He's also probably sort of slouching into her while holding her close, but he's warm and undemanding when he sighs; a different level of intimacy comes from the clarity of friendship, of nothing else binding them here than themselves and the simple things.
She can keep him talking more openly about the less fun things better than anyone else like this. It's a little scary, actually. Wave understands, he thinks, and she gives no demands either. There's no itch to break away from sharp questions, at least none that are unmanageable. Better yet, she shares. It's easier like this. ]
... I always give them the chance to leave. I'm really not upset when the life they want to lead doesn't include me, even when I know I'll miss them. Asking them, now that'd be unfair if I can't give them what they need. Or want. It just hurts both of us.
[ Justy squeezes, but he sounds happy. ]
Don't worry so much, Wave, I'm fine. I get to fall in love all the time, that's better.