Okay. Courting is different from dating. I accept your point. However! Unless this friend of yours is also from your world... she's probably going to want to date. Soooo. If you don't think you can do that? Then this whole... conversation is pretty much moot.
[ He thinks back to that exact moment as best as he can, squirming in his seat as he remembers Kenzi's frustration, but worst of all, that look she gave him. The kind that pierces him with guilt.
It's a flurry of emotions. He can't figure out what he felt then other than confusion and from it, the panic that set in. His head spins again just thinking about it. ]
... Well. I suppose... you don't need to understand how you feel right away. Feelings are very complex things! ... Maybe you just need to... sleep on it after all.
[ A part of him wants to know what on earth Kenzi sees in him to be romantically attracted in the first place. How many times has she almost seen that part of him he desperately tries not to fall into? ]
You're welcome to stay here as long as you want. Though... if you want my advice, I wouldn't take longer than a couple days to think about what you're gonna do.
Well... since that seems to-- y'know, freak you out so much, maybe you should start with telling her that you need to take it a little slower than that?
It's difficult to explain, but... [ "My flesh and blood belongs to Oz." ] I am bound to my master.
And I'm not good enough for that.
[ Or her, he thinks. He's weak-willed and cowardly. Someone like Kenzi deserves better. Someone who will make her happy. He can't think of anything he can give her and he's certain it's not the lack of self-confidence colouring his opinion. ]
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[ Among other things. ]
But I don't understand where this is coming from or... or how. She's engaged! I think...
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... I don't think she'll want to see me.
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[ He avoids her gaze, the colour from his face finally draining. ]
That... I needed to get groceries...?
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[ f a c e p a l m ]
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[ He hesitated and it was all very confusing and happening so fast. ]
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[ He regards Skye with uncertainty. ]
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[ But after momentary reluctance, he shuts his eyes. ]
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Pretend I'm her. I've just confessed to having feelings for you. You're... standing there feeling... whatever you were feeling in that moment.
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It's a flurry of emotions. He can't figure out what he felt then other than confusion and from it, the panic that set in. His head spins again just thinking about it. ]
I... I don't know.
[ He sighs, opening his eyes. ]
I've never been good with things like this...
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... Well. I suppose... you don't need to understand how you feel right away. Feelings are very complex things! ... Maybe you just need to... sleep on it after all.
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[ A part of him wants to know what on earth Kenzi sees in him to be romantically attracted in the first place. How many times has she almost seen that part of him he desperately tries not to fall into? ]
... I'm sorry for all the trouble.
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... I'm sorry if I... pushed you too hard, or anything.
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[ Well, not the questions about sexual compatibility, but he's not touching on that again. ]
This has never happened before. Well, it has, but not like this. [ Marriage proposals are hell. ] And we live together which complicates the matter...
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[ He runs a hand through his hair, gripping the locks. ]
She said she wanted to... to date and k-kiss... hold hands...
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[ He raises both hands, waving them side to side. ]
I'm not... I can't do this! I'm just a lowly servant!
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And I'm not good enough for that.
[ Or her, he thinks. He's weak-willed and cowardly. Someone like Kenzi deserves better. Someone who will make her happy. He can't think of anything he can give her and he's certain it's not the lack of self-confidence colouring his opinion. ]
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And what do you mean "not good enough"?
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