nate summarized. and, no, kit wasn't imagining that most of the laughter had died from his face. he looked... decidedly less amused. that was a real thing. and maybe it meant something. still, kit nodded. and then, because he felt like complete shit, he added, ...
he absolutely couldn't say "you" back to nate because nate would definitely run away. there was no doubt about it. instead he said, ...
“you’ve got a great body, killer style, and you’re the funniest guy i know. you always make me laugh, like, always! no one makes me laugh like you do. and you’re so smart. you are — without a doubt — the smartest person i’ve ever met.” kit couldn’t feel his face. he had no idea what kind of expression he was wearing. nate...
nate shrugged like it really was that easy. he didn't even bat an eyelash when he said, and kit's whole damn world froze into place. time stopped. ...
he always said that with a stupid amount of awe that made kit’s chest swell. and though nate’s eyes were bright with laughter, he would not be dissuaded. ...
nate was his perfect guy. but he couldn’t say that, and kit resorted to humor when he felt uncomfortable. so he dusted off his “cowboy clive” voice — which was one of his simvid characters that nate loved the most. kit started and carried on in his exaggerated voice as nate burst into giggles — it was always giggles with kit, a little more...
when nate shifted, lifting his head from kit’s chest and twisting to face him, kit realized they were actually having this conversation. he cast nate an amused glance because of the curiosity, but nate didn’t seem to be dropping it. “seriously,” nate prompted. “we’ve established that you don’t want to ‘bone every guy that touches you’…” nate actually did finger quotes on the last part...
“but seems to me your ex must’ve really done a number on you. i’m not sure if it’s supposed to be that way…” ...
