"I'm not sad, oh my god!" It doesn't quite come out believable, but coupled with a laugh, it at least manages to not be defensive. "God, babe, you worry too much."
He settles down against his shoulder, wondering how it came to be that he has a sweet, handsome guy curled up in his bed, completely focused on his happiness and feeding him ice cream (the kind with the brownies and cheesecake!) and it's kind of the worst torture. And that's normal in his life.
Ice cream is ice cream, though, and he needs ice cream. He nudges at the spoon for a moment, then engulfs it, chewing slowly so he doesn't have to talk for a little bit. Then he smiles up at Fai, trying to reassure him as he reaches for the other spoon. (The spoons, from an idle wisp of imagination, turn into pretty little things like you might find at a high-end tea shop, and the blankets and pillows take on a bit of an Arabian Nights-inspired sumptuousness).
This is absolutely, 100% an icon I should be able to use with platonic best friends, boys :|
He settles down against his shoulder, wondering how it came to be that he has a sweet, handsome guy curled up in his bed, completely focused on his happiness and feeding him ice cream (the kind with the brownies and cheesecake!) and it's kind of the worst torture. And that's normal in his life.
Ice cream is ice cream, though, and he needs ice cream. He nudges at the spoon for a moment, then engulfs it, chewing slowly so he doesn't have to talk for a little bit. Then he smiles up at Fai, trying to reassure him as he reaches for the other spoon. (The spoons, from an idle wisp of imagination, turn into pretty little things like you might find at a high-end tea shop, and the blankets and pillows take on a bit of an Arabian Nights-inspired sumptuousness).
"And you're here, so like, anything's good!"