[...Morgan said he'd be honest. Shouldnt... he be honest, too?
Why does it feel so difficult to talk, then?
...]
...I like that you're smart. I like the way you talk about things, even if I can't always understand it. I like that you try really hard... and that you're not pretending anymore to be something you're not.
I like to see you smile and laugh. I like... going to places with you. Eating snacks, and sharing things with you.
I like how it feels nice, when you're next to me. That... you'll try to be honest with me. That you can make fun of me. And that I can try to be honest with you, too. Even for things that really hurt.
I like how your hand feels in mine.
[...
He feels, very suddenly, that he's said far too much, and his gaze drops back to his hands.]
I don't... know what it is, when I'm with you. But I like it.
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Why does it feel so difficult to talk, then?
...]
...I like that you're smart. I like the way you talk about things, even if I can't always understand it. I like that you try really hard... and that you're not pretending anymore to be something you're not.
I like to see you smile and laugh. I like... going to places with you. Eating snacks, and sharing things with you.
I like how it feels nice, when you're next to me. That... you'll try to be honest with me. That you can make fun of me. And that I can try to be honest with you, too. Even for things that really hurt.
I like how your hand feels in mine.
[...
He feels, very suddenly, that he's said far too much, and his gaze drops back to his hands.]
I don't... know what it is, when I'm with you. But I like it.