[it's a strange tumultuous joining, Mikleo a little more separated from Sorey than usual inside their head at first, trying to sort through his feelings and thoughts even as they flood into Sorey's. he holds nothing back, though, only tries to give it to Sorey in some kind of coherent order so it's not completely overwhelming and confusing...
a memory through a haze of alcohol, Rose leaning towards him and exclaiming 'listen to yourself!'
(and a pang; part of the reason he held back after Sorey sorted his feelings out was not wanting to complicate things while looking for Rose)
'Of course I love him, but I never thought--'
another memory through the same haze, looking at Sorey passed out asleep on him and feeling everything suddenly slide into place, nothing actually changed but the world made anew nonetheless. paradigm shift. to be in a relationship with Sorey? does Sorey want that? does he want that? yes, Mikleo thinks, honest if not entirely analytical when drunk. yes...could we...?
a feeling of caution, later on, of teetering on the edge of something huge; he knows realistically that no matter how much people around them might be expecting a relationship between them, he shouldn't just push Sorey into it, should try to feel it out slowly first. it is a change between them, after all; once they're both aware of it, there's no turning back
(mingled frustration and amazement at "So you're going to the party with me, right?" -- should've seen that coming -- not knowing how to feel about Sorey's thoughts on dating past that, but not discouraged, either)
waking up to the familiarity and security of Sorey's face, most mornings, when he sleeps, Sorey's arm around him, all their usual trust there but a strange sweet heavy feeling under his breastbone as well, something a little shy and achey and wanting, pining: should i tell him today, will we have the chance, can't keep putting this off forever
(embarrassment, that he took so long about it, really)
I love you. I've loved you forever, you know that, but I'm pretty sure i love you romantically too, I've thought about it for months -- could we? If you want, I want to --
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a memory through a haze of alcohol, Rose leaning towards him and exclaiming 'listen to yourself!'
(and a pang; part of the reason he held back after Sorey sorted his feelings out was not wanting to complicate things while looking for Rose)
'Of course I love him, but I never thought--'
another memory through the same haze, looking at Sorey passed out asleep on him and feeling everything suddenly slide into place, nothing actually changed but the world made anew nonetheless. paradigm shift. to be in a relationship with Sorey? does Sorey want that? does he want that? yes, Mikleo thinks, honest if not entirely analytical when drunk. yes...could we...?
a feeling of caution, later on, of teetering on the edge of something huge; he knows realistically that no matter how much people around them might be expecting a relationship between them, he shouldn't just push Sorey into it, should try to feel it out slowly first. it is a change between them, after all; once they're both aware of it, there's no turning back
(mingled frustration and amazement at "So you're going to the party with me, right?" -- should've seen that coming -- not knowing how to feel about Sorey's thoughts on dating past that, but not discouraged, either)
waking up to the familiarity and security of Sorey's face, most mornings, when he sleeps, Sorey's arm around him, all their usual trust there but a strange sweet heavy feeling under his breastbone as well, something a little shy and achey and wanting, pining: should i tell him today, will we have the chance, can't keep putting this off forever
(embarrassment, that he took so long about it, really)
I love you. I've loved you forever, you know that, but I'm pretty sure i love you romantically too, I've thought about it for months -- could we? If you want, I want to --
(relief, and anticipation of Sorey's answer.)]