[He huffs a much more relieved laugh, slumping into his seat.] Sick, okay. Uh, not that it's a good thing, but -- ugh. You know what I mean.
[It was probably kind of a dick move to assume Giles was putting the moves on him, now that he thinks about it, but that's sorta how it normally goes, right? Texting is for hanging out, hanging out is for everything else.]
TBH, I feel the same way tho. Like. Not to be all mushy or whatever but it sucks not texting you all the time and stuff. I basically think of you whenever I think about letters and fire, and, uhh, I sorta think about fire a lot.
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[It was probably kind of a dick move to assume Giles was putting the moves on him, now that he thinks about it, but that's sorta how it normally goes, right? Texting is for hanging out, hanging out is for everything else.]
TBH, I feel the same way tho. Like. Not to be all mushy or whatever but it sucks not texting you all the time and stuff. I basically think of you whenever I think about letters and fire, and, uhh, I sorta think about fire a lot.