「 He’d nod almost immediately- perhaps a tad too quickly- in response
to the final part of the other’s rather gentle chiding. He didn’t mind the other
discussing their own life’s events to him, not at all. If anything, he enjoyed
listening to such topics, enjoyed learning more about the boy he held as his
favorite. ｣
「 What Dirk didn’t like was the way the other seemingly marveled over
that boy named Ian. The very thought that John possibly liked the other
more than him was what greatly unsettled the boy. ｣
“It ain’t that. None o’ that. It’s more of. Hearin’
o’ him kinda just rubs me the wrong way. That
and… maybe a bit o’ envy hearin’ ‘bout him”, the boy
admitted sheepishly. “Only a bit, ain’t nothin’ much
to it.”
“Other than that, I’m fine with hearin’ ‘bout the shit
in your life. That really don’t bother me.”
「 Maybe that’d serve as some sort of proper excuse… albeit the fact
that it certainly didn’t let his behavior slide by. ｣
「 Tangerine eyes would scan the other’s hand, spotting the crescent-like
dents that had formed on the other’s pale flesh, which fortunately hadn’t been
more than simple dents. He wouldn’t have been content with himself if he had
pierced the other’s flesh, after all. ｣
“It don’t hurt much right?”
He echoes the word as if completely surprised and almost a bit
DISBELIEVING of such a defense.
"Dirk, dude, seriously? What, do you
think I'm going to replace you with him?
That's ridiculous. I admire the way he
can make a drink and whatever, sure.
But admiration only goes so far. I'm not
even friends with the guy. And even if I was,
that wouldn't make me stop hanging out
with you. It wouldn't make me like you any
less. I mean, c'mon, you're totally one of a
kind--and I mean that in the CHEESIEST
sense of the phrase."
"Don't sweat things like that. I'm pretty hard to
get rid of, y'know," he jokes.
