[ he'd agree with her if he wasn't so bothered by this assertion. It feels offensive, somehow, to say his feelings for Belph are romantic, as if their friendship had to boil down to that - like she's misunderstanding him, or both of them, and he finds he wants to stop thinking about it right away. He's afraid of thinking about it more. The concept is venomous. Even as he tries to close the door on it, he feels it slithering in, poisoning his thoughts.
Yes. He's afraid of this. It would be gambling everything he has. Aren't things precarious enough already? His eyes narrow, angry slits above flushed cheeks. ]
Stop. What could you know about what I want?
[ he shouldn't even have talked about this... maybe he drank one too many beers back at the springs. ]
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Yes. He's afraid of this. It would be gambling everything he has. Aren't things precarious enough already? His eyes narrow, angry slits above flushed cheeks. ]
Stop. What could you know about what I want?
[ he shouldn't even have talked about this... maybe he drank one too many beers back at the springs. ]