Koa
Oh, we're on dangerous ground now.
"Yes." It's out of his mouth before he can stop it, the words running free of his usual leash. Yes, she can lean on him; yes, he will hold her; yes yes yes--
But not in the way they both mean.
He backpedals alongside her, the words tumbling out, colliding with hers. "I mean-- the Dragoons serve their Heart!" A laugh and a wink can't smooth over the awkwardness, and there's no rubbing the flush from the back of his neck, as hard as he might try.
"And... yeah, you have me." When Koa looks back up at her at last it's with a sad, fragile smile on his usually sunny face. He's slipping on the ice beneath him, trying to keep from falling through into those beautiful eyes and into depths he doesn't know if he can escape from. "I know we're not... and that you have Jude... but I do want to be here for you. To support you, and be in your life. And I'm ok with that being as friends." He believes it, he really does. Believes they can do this, that they're smart and mature enough. Believes in a world where everything resolves without hurt feelings, where they laugh about all of this in a year's time. He believes it, because he has to.
Because what else does he have?
"Yes." It's out of his mouth before he can stop it, the words running free of his usual leash. Yes, she can lean on him; yes, he will hold her; yes yes yes--
But not in the way they both mean.
He backpedals alongside her, the words tumbling out, colliding with hers. "I mean-- the Dragoons serve their Heart!" A laugh and a wink can't smooth over the awkwardness, and there's no rubbing the flush from the back of his neck, as hard as he might try.
"And... yeah, you have me." When Koa looks back up at her at last it's with a sad, fragile smile on his usually sunny face. He's slipping on the ice beneath him, trying to keep from falling through into those beautiful eyes and into depths he doesn't know if he can escape from. "I know we're not... and that you have Jude... but I do want to be here for you. To support you, and be in your life. And I'm ok with that being as friends." He believes it, he really does. Believes they can do this, that they're smart and mature enough. Believes in a world where everything resolves without hurt feelings, where they laugh about all of this in a year's time. He believes it, because he has to.
Because what else does he have?
i can't decide if it's a choice, getting swept away
