[For some stupid reason, the simple act of Dirk wanting him to fistbump Cal is enough to make his walls crumble a little. A lump rises in his throat and he shivers slightly, imperceptibly to Dirk. It's just... Touching, in a weird, annoying way. And because of everything on his mind right now, he can't help but think about the worst possible things.
Like... What if this kind of thing goes away? What if he never gets the chance to fistbump Cal again with Dirk? What if he loses Dirk forever and...
He swallows, raising his fist slowly and pressing it against Cal's. He can't break down. Not right now.
Once he's done, he grabs his chair and slides it next to the one that Dirk is going to sit in. He doesn't want a desk separating them. He sits down on it, and draws in a breath. This isn't going to be an easy conversation, and he's starting to stupidly get scared.]
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Like... What if this kind of thing goes away? What if he never gets the chance to fistbump Cal again with Dirk? What if he loses Dirk forever and...
He swallows, raising his fist slowly and pressing it against Cal's. He can't break down. Not right now.
Once he's done, he grabs his chair and slides it next to the one that Dirk is going to sit in. He doesn't want a desk separating them. He sits down on it, and draws in a breath. This isn't going to be an easy conversation, and he's starting to stupidly get scared.]