[ this hateful little callout. laurence draws back a little, eyes on the floor. ]
I don't know what you expect me to say. I'm going to help him because someone has to do it, but after that... It's none of my business what he does. He probably won't even want to see me, anyway.
[ he's tense. because iris, even just talking about him, somehow always manages to put laurence on the defensive. ]
There's no reason he should.
[ except that iris is really just like that. even just a day after they fought, he still smiled so brightly at the idea that laurence might be worried, even though he was the one who punched iris in the first place.
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... I think we end up talking about him an awful lot, for something that isn't supposed to be complicated.
So... it's okay if it is, you know?
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I don't know what you expect me to say. I'm going to help him because someone has to do it, but after that... It's none of my business what he does. He probably won't even want to see me, anyway.
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I don't expect you to say anything. [ gently, sweetly ] But I also think... you should let yourself be surprised if he does want to see you.
You are a sweet person, Laurence. Even if it can feel awkward or clumsy at times. Nothing you've said makes me doubt that for even a second.
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There's no reason he should.
[ except that iris is really just like that. even just a day after they fought, he still smiled so brightly at the idea that laurence might be worried, even though he was the one who punched iris in the first place.
he still doesn't get it. ]
...You think that way of just about everyone.
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[ JUST TO CLEAR THAT UP ]
I promise that I like you in a way that's accurate. Even if it might not feel like it.
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[ don't just call a guy sweet? ]