Steven is almost half asleep by the time he's calmed down considerably. Marc's gentle, light touches only serve to remind him of how nobody really touches him, how nice and comforting it feels when someone's willing to.
Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Steven sniffles and rubs his eyes again. They're supposed to profess their love for each other at their date, not here. Everything's done backwards, it's all wrong. Has Marc even been on a date before?
"...hope you're wearing something nice to our date," Steven points out, even though he's not got anything to wear either. Even imaginary friends have standards and expectations you know?
He's almost done using Marc as a comforter, as evidenced by how he's starting to wring his hands again, but he might need a box of tissues to get through the rest of the day. Maybe he'll find a quiet spot in the library, make himself feel better buried in a book. It's really hard being around Marc, much as they love each other.
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Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Steven sniffles and rubs his eyes again. They're supposed to profess their love for each other at their date, not here. Everything's done backwards, it's all wrong. Has Marc even been on a date before?
"...hope you're wearing something nice to our date," Steven points out, even though he's not got anything to wear either. Even imaginary friends have standards and expectations you know?
He's almost done using Marc as a comforter, as evidenced by how he's starting to wring his hands again, but he might need a box of tissues to get through the rest of the day. Maybe he'll find a quiet spot in the library, make himself feel better buried in a book. It's really hard being around Marc, much as they love each other.