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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 10:45 pm
For a moment, Nick hesitated, and with a sigh, he pulled Arias back into his arms. “I can’t leave you like this...I’m sorry, I really am...don’t look so sad, Arias...you have the worst kicked puppy look I’ve ever seen, it breaks my heart…”
Quickly, the blonde shrugged the jacked off of his shoulders and let it fall to the ground with a soft thump. “You got anything good for dessert...and any good movies to watch…? I think...I’d like to stay a little longer if you don’t mind…”
His insides were twisting with guilt at making Arias look and feel this way...it wasn’t...this wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t Arias’s fault at all. But...Nick didn’t want to talk about anything...and the brunette kept prying and...and it was driving him nuts.
“Do you mind if I stay…?”
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Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 10:46 pm
The request had surprised Arias and it seemed like that was enough to get him to look up, even if only uncertainly. "I--sorry," he said, finally, trying to tuck his hair behind his ears and stand up a little straighter. "My face just does these things, I can't help it."
His brows stayed knit, but he forced a somewhat convincing smile. "I'd be a pretty shameful baker if I didn't have anything good for dessert lying around. If you want to pop a movie in, I'll go grab dessert."
Let Nick pick the movie; he could figure out how long he wanted to stay. Truthfully, a part of Arias was happy he was going to stay. It was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? To spend a little more time with him, to be able to relax.
...But he wasn't going to be able to relax. His mind had started twisting, one gear pushing at another, thoughts and worries filtering in. It was a process, a regiment.
He had a list of things not to talk about, a list of tones not to use, a list of things not to do.
Don't ask questions, don't be too pushy. Stop making the kicked puppy look, stop being so open with emotions. Stop being so readable. Stop worrying.
Stop being paranoid.
Stop being crazy.
Shut it off and stop.
Because that's what this was. Arias was just crazy, and ought to be ashamed of himself.
He turned away from Nick before he could challenge the smile; his thoughts were demanding enough of his attention right now. He picked Nick's jacket up off the floor as he walked back towards the kitchen and hung it on the back of a chair.
In the kitchen, all he had to focus on was dessert. Dessert, he couldn't mess up. Probably.
He had a blackberry cobbler only two hours old, and homemade whipped cream fresher than that.
It would have to do.
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