It's April fools and my coworker decided to tell tales of the shenanigans my friends and I got up to in school. My boss does not believe I would ever cause chaos knowingly.
Ezra smirked at her, his head tilting slightly to the side at her tease, “I try new things,” he offered. “I just like to pair them with the proverbial blanket.” He held up the croissant and shook it at her before taking another bite. He often was just as bad at putting himself in boxes as others were. There were moments when he was certain he was the worst offender of that particular habit but even with Liz’s tease he knew full well there was no malice in it. Mischief certainly, but that was where the line was drawn.
He smiled at her glad that his unveiled plan hadn’t missed the mark completely. Granted, he was fairly certain it wasn’t going to but he had the tendency to overthink and of the scenarios the unlikely sticking up of her nose was played at least twice in the mental simulations. But the error of those internal scenes fell in the flawed thought that she wouldn’t like exploring somewhere old and steeped in history. Her very choice of career in which she fixed antiquities struck that as an outlier that lived well outside of their current universe. “Good,” he offered, unable to hide his pride that she was happy with the rough agenda, though he followed it with a shrug, “I saw a lot of the world when I was a little too little to truly appreciate it. Plus, the tours didn’t leave a ton of room for actual exploration unless it was tied to a photoshoot or interview and we made it clear our 10 year old asses didn’t have the focus and needed a break.”
He shrugged again and looked down at the food that was steadily disappearing between the two and took some more naan. There was a lot from that time he didn’t really remember. So much of it was a highlight reel of moments that were fun but stressful. A moment they all tried to soak up to the fullest and he reckoned he succeeded as it all swam through his head in a homogenous mess.
Liz laughed and leaned forward onto the table. “My sincerest apologies,” She smiled. “I shouldn’t have discounted the importance of a good comfort blanket,” She teased. It was all in jest and the truth of it was that Ezra could have done and eaten the same thing every day if it made him happy, and she would support it without question. The important part for her was that he was happy and comfortable with their existence together.
She watched him silently for a moment, her head tilted slightly to the side as she took him in. “You know, one of the sexiest things about you is your crooked smile,” She said after a prolonged silence. She knew it would probably knock him slightly off kilter, but she couldn’t hold in the thought any more. She loved that about him, though she loved a lot of things about him.
“Somehow I doubt you’re capable of not finding things to appreciate in the places you’d been,” She said thoughtfully. “But I understand what you mean,” She added, tossing the last bit of Bombay toast into her mouth. “So tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
Ezra found himself shaking his head at her tease. He didn’t really have anything more to add to explaining his isms and he suspected a secondary tease would follow doing so. So his head simply wagged slowly while a smile crept upon his lips. That was until she paused a little longer than usual to watch him while he ate his comfort food trying not to feel weird that she was observing him. It’s not that he found it weird for his girlfriend to look at him intently, it was more that he prickled anytime he felt eyes on him for longer than the regular tick of a moment passing.
He supposed that was a trauma response of some sort brought on by being acutely aware that he was the weird kid for his entire life thus far. Or perhaps it was just him being aware because of that weirdness. It was often hard to tell. He was about to shake off the thought when she spoke, and he found his brain stopped in a moment. Ezra’s face flushed a deeper shade than it was and he willed the color on his ears to dissipate quickly. She’d caught him off guard and at the best of times he didn’t know what to do with a flirtatious compliment, even if she was his girlfriend and had every right to say such things without making his brain pull up an error screen.
Ezra looked down trying to find something to say but nothing came so he focused back on their conversation before the glitch, finding himself grateful for her out of a question but also unsure what to say to it as his thoughts were likely too self-deprecating. Ezra looked back up at her his face scrunching up slightly around his right eye as he thought, “Er,” he let out some air and followed it by staring her directly into the eyes before his mouth decided he was a shit liar and just said, “That I’m the weird kid.” He shrugged slightly and chuckled at how silly that sounded out loud.
Liz immediately laughed when she clocked the glitch after her comment. She spoke nothing but the truth; she thought that crooked smile of his was the sexiest thing on the planet. She inwardly melted every time he flashed it, but she also knew that he would balk at the comment all the same. She found that just as endearing.
"If you're the weird kid, then you're a weird kid among a room full of weird kids," she shot back with a quick wave of her hand toward herself. "You're among your own," she shrugged. "Everyone else can fuck off, they don't matter."
Ezra nodded at her words, “We are all a bit odd,” he agreed. Between being what would classically be the theater/band kids had they gone to a muggle school and a fuck ton of trauma dished out because they didn’t attend a muggle school they were all a bit off when it came to a scale of normality. Granted, the older he got the more he realized that it was just people. So much stigma in the world came from a distinct need to keep up the appearance of something that wasn’t real. Which was such an odd social construct to him. If no one was normal, why was that the standard? It made little sense but then again, that also was a people thing.
He shook his head again, the aforementioned half smile sprung up on his lips, “You are not wrong. I am in good company, and those that pass as not the weird kid are either deeply boring, deeply sad, very good liars or a combo of all of the above.” His left shoulder twitched up in a shrug that suggested it was, what it was. He wasn’t being down on himself by suggesting he was the weird kid, it was merely an observation. Most of his thoughts often were, if he was honest.
"You're in the best company," she smiled as she finished off her coffee and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I like your weird," she said thoughtfully. "You see the world uniquely, always make me laugh, and you're the only person outside family I've trusted to meet the... Other... Me," she shrugged. "You're the best."
Liz fiddled with the strap of her bag as she watched him for a moment. She was done, but she also didn't want to rush him and she was enjoying just being with him. "What did you do with Nikolas?"
He nodded at her assessment of him. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that line of compliment. It seemed when people critiqued him it often fell within the boundaries of he saw the world differently. It was something he never fully understood. He couldn’t help but think everyone only saw the world the way they saw it and that each version would be unique. No one was the same so the idea that perspective would be was an odd thought to him. Though, he did realize, in the same beat, that he caught a lot of things people missed and he really didn’t have a reason for that either. At least not beyond the fact that he paid attention.
Still he offered her a smile, “Well, I like that you think I’m the best. That’s a win any day, in my book.”
Ezra noted that she had finished her meal and began to eat his a bit more aggressively, hating to keep her waiting on him. It was one of those things that left him feeling oddly exposed if he was suddenly eating on his own. It put him in a feral state of mind where he’d rather be hulled up in a corner on his own than feeling rather on display as he became aware of the annoying click in his jaw that was never going to go anywhere. He paused to answer her question, “We went laser tagging. Our team left the other decimated. It was great.” His smile grew as he popped the last of his croissant in his mouth and chewed. Once it was gone he added, “Then we got some drinks and wandered around that part of the city a little too drunk to be responsible about it.”
Liz smiled at him and then slowly peered down at her bag that rested in her lap. "I'm not exactly a patient person," she began with a quiet laugh. "And more than a little impulsive."
She looked up. "You know this better than most. It's both why we started and why we failed the first time around," she said, giving herself a moment to quietly revisit that first Christmas with him... A drunk hookup that she didn't even remotely regret, but admitted should have also happened differently. And then to the disastrous mental spiral of a summer that ended things. She was certain that they were not going to talk again and that family gatherings were going to get very awkward for her... Right up until that first care package arrived... On time like it was every month before it.
She'd been impulsive and destructive... Traits her father repeatedly told her she needed to manage better. "But then you did something so very you, and it made me want to be better... Reminded me why I needed to. I like who I am when I'm with you, and I love that you've never made me feel like I need to hide the rough and/or ugly edges that will always be me.
"I know you think that's just a given, and that is what is so damn special about you, Ezra. To a lot of people, that's not a given. You bring out the best in my life and I hope I bring more than chaos to yours," she teased, wiping at a stray tear that had formed. "And that is the one and only sappy comment you're going to get from me today, so eat it up," she chuckled, and uncrossed her legs so she could place her feet back on the ground; forcing her to sit on the edge of the chair to do so.
"I couldn't imagine you and Nikolas letting another team win," she laughed. "You're quite the brutal pair when you want to be... And then take away your inhibitions with a pint or two as well?" She shook her head. "I'm happy to see the city escaped you unscathed," she smiled.
Ezra couldn’t help but smirk at the sudden self aware admission from his partner. Liz was indeed very impulsive which was part of what had always made her the proverbial fire to his moth. He’d been drawn to her from the start and there was no denying that fact. Everyone knew it and though he’d lived in a self induced purgatory of denial and admission for years, eventually that seal broke away…with the mighty kick that she’d provided to it. and then it broke down as doubt ate away at the edges and he’d been unaware. Stiff and unaware of all the signs.
His smirk faded slightly as he thought about how she’d told him how he felt and walked away from him. It’d been a fear he hadn’t dared breathe life into and then she had done it for him leaving a vacant hole in his heart that had filled so fully with anger he’d thought he could have breathed fire if only he’d allowed it to escape. The final nail in the coffin of his confidence as his whole world upended from all sides leaving him to retreat into the darkness and he could have let himself curl up into that hatred until he had stopped feeling like himself at all but he’d had the impression that doing so would have him losing more than he fully understood at that time.
His brown eyes cast down at the crumbs on the small white plate in front of him, ingesting the compliment Liz had so subtly lobbed at him. “I almost didn’t,” He said softly before raising his eyes to look at her. He didn’t want the words to hurt but he had a feeling they would sting nonetheless, “but I didn’t like feeling like that. I didn’t want to be that person. I didn’t want to let the anger win, for myself, or for you. It felt… wrong. ”
He couldn’t let her go.
He wouldn’t.
Kindness and caring were worth fighting for. He’d believed that enough to follow through to the other side.
Silence fell for a moment as that thought settled into his bones and nestled into her assessment of his core being. The essence that kept him going inward. The one he philosophized constantly over while dissecting those around him so that he could measure himself up against what he saw. He was his harshest critic but from her she seemed to boil him down to the purest molecule of humanity that he took him off kilter for a moment. It was something he certainly didn’t see in himself but he felt himself puff up slightly under the light of her gaze.
The smirk crept back up as he let his mind wander further. Carefully replaying her sappy moments in his head. His brain hitching on itself as he thought about his proclamation from not a few minutes prior of being able to go with the flow. It wasn’t the plan but he found the words coming out quite naturally anyway, “Well, I will take your ‘one sappy comment’ for today and raise you one.”
He licked his lips as he leaned over to his rucksack and quickly zipped open the second large pocket. He breathed out softly to himself as his mind caught up with his body and began screaming slightly as his hand gripped round the object and he sat up in a fluid motion. The whole thing lasted perhaps a few fluid seconds but to him time had gone to an awkward crawl and he could feel his heart rate speed up and his hands in spite of his best efforts feel shaky.
“Lizbeth Lupin, you have brought all the chaos into my life,” he confirmed with a smile, “but also so much more. This relationship has been an adventure so far, with ups and down... but I’ve known for as long as I can remember that you are the one I have wanted to be with. This isn’t a secret, I’ve followed you around like a lost puppy because your ability to be precisely who you are without question has always been a beacon to me, guiding me forward and drawing me in. You’ve pushed me outside of my comfort zones and helped me become a better person, and I want to keep growing together. There isn’t another person on this planet that I would want to spend my life with.”
He swallowed slightly, finding his tongue had gone completely dry and carefully opened the blue box to expose the hexagon cut Alexandrite ring accented with infinity symbols interlaced with diamonds so she could see it. “Lizzie, will you be my wife?”
Ezra smirked at her, his head tilting slightly to the side at her tease, “I try new things,” he offered. “I just like to pair them with the proverbial blanket.” He held up the croissant and shook it at her before taking another bite. He often was just as bad at putting himself in boxes as others were. There were moments when he was certain he was the worst offender of that particular habit but even with Liz’s tease he knew full well there was no malice in it. Mischief certainly, but that was where the line was drawn.
He smiled at her glad that his unveiled plan hadn’t missed the mark completely. Granted, he was fairly certain it wasn’t going to but he had the tendency to overthink and of the scenarios the unlikely sticking up of her nose was played at least twice in the mental simulations. But the error of those internal scenes fell in the flawed thought that she wouldn’t like exploring somewhere old and steeped in history. Her very choice of career in which she fixed antiquities struck that as an outlier that lived well outside of their current universe. “Good,” he offered, unable to hide his pride that she was happy with the rough agenda, though he followed it with a shrug, “I saw a lot of the world when I was a little too little to truly appreciate it. Plus, the tours didn’t leave a ton of room for actual exploration unless it was tied to a photoshoot or interview and we made it clear our 10 year old asses didn’t have the focus and needed a break.”
He shrugged again and looked down at the food that was steadily disappearing between the two and took some more naan. There was a lot from that time he didn’t really remember. So much of it was a highlight reel of moments that were fun but stressful. A moment they all tried to soak up to the fullest and he reckoned he succeeded as it all swam through his head in a homogenous mess.
Liz laughed and leaned forward onto the table. “My sincerest apologies,” She smiled. “I shouldn’t have discounted the importance of a good comfort blanket,” She teased. It was all in jest and the truth of it was that Ezra could have done and eaten the same thing every day if it made him happy, and she would support it without question. The important part for her was that he was happy and comfortable with their existence together.
She watched him silently for a moment, her head tilted slightly to the side as she took him in. “You know, one of the sexiest things about you is your crooked smile,” She said after a prolonged silence. She knew it would probably knock him slightly off kilter, but she couldn’t hold in the thought any more. She loved that about him, though she loved a lot of things about him.
“Somehow I doubt you’re capable of not finding things to appreciate in the places you’d been,” She said thoughtfully. “But I understand what you mean,” She added, tossing the last bit of Bombay toast into her mouth. “So tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
Ezra found himself shaking his head at her tease. He didn’t really have anything more to add to explaining his isms and he suspected a secondary tease would follow doing so. So his head simply wagged slowly while a smile crept upon his lips. That was until she paused a little longer than usual to watch him while he ate his comfort food trying not to feel weird that she was observing him. It’s not that he found it weird for his girlfriend to look at him intently, it was more that he prickled anytime he felt eyes on him for longer than the regular tick of a moment passing.
He supposed that was a trauma response of some sort brought on by being acutely aware that he was the weird kid for his entire life thus far. Or perhaps it was just him being aware because of that weirdness. It was often hard to tell. He was about to shake off the thought when she spoke, and he found his brain stopped in a moment. Ezra’s face flushed a deeper shade than it was and he willed the color on his ears to dissipate quickly. She’d caught him off guard and at the best of times he didn’t know what to do with a flirtatious compliment, even if she was his girlfriend and had every right to say such things without making his brain pull up an error screen.
Ezra looked down trying to find something to say but nothing came so he focused back on their conversation before the glitch, finding himself grateful for her out of a question but also unsure what to say to it as his thoughts were likely too self-deprecating. Ezra looked back up at her his face scrunching up slightly around his right eye as he thought, “Er,” he let out some air and followed it by staring her directly into the eyes before his mouth decided he was a shit liar and just said, “That I’m the weird kid.” He shrugged slightly and chuckled at how silly that sounded out loud.
Liz immediately laughed when she clocked the glitch after her comment. She spoke nothing but the truth; she thought that crooked smile of his was the sexiest thing on the planet. She inwardly melted every time he flashed it, but she also knew that he would balk at the comment all the same. She found that just as endearing.
"If you're the weird kid, then you're a weird kid among a room full of weird kids," she shot back with a quick wave of her hand toward herself. "You're among your own," she shrugged. "Everyone else can fuck off, they don't matter."
Ezra nodded at her words, “We are all a bit odd,” he agreed. Between being what would classically be the theater/band kids had they gone to a muggle school and a fuck ton of trauma dished out because they didn’t attend a muggle school they were all a bit off when it came to a scale of normality. Granted, the older he got the more he realized that it was just people. So much stigma in the world came from a distinct need to keep up the appearance of something that wasn’t real. Which was such an odd social construct to him. If no one was normal, why was that the standard? It made little sense but then again, that also was a people thing.
He shook his head again, the aforementioned half smile sprung up on his lips, “You are not wrong. I am in good company, and those that pass as not the weird kid are either deeply boring, deeply sad, very good liars or a combo of all of the above.” His left shoulder twitched up in a shrug that suggested it was, what it was. He wasn’t being down on himself by suggesting he was the weird kid, it was merely an observation. Most of his thoughts often were, if he was honest.
"You're in the best company," she smiled as she finished off her coffee and sat back in her chair, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I like your weird," she said thoughtfully. "You see the world uniquely, always make me laugh, and you're the only person outside family I've trusted to meet the... Other... Me," she shrugged. "You're the best."
Liz fiddled with the strap of her bag as she watched him for a moment. She was done, but she also didn't want to rush him and she was enjoying just being with him. "What did you do with Nikolas?"
He nodded at her assessment of him. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that line of compliment. It seemed when people critiqued him it often fell within the boundaries of he saw the world differently. It was something he never fully understood. He couldn’t help but think everyone only saw the world the way they saw it and that each version would be unique. No one was the same so the idea that perspective would be was an odd thought to him. Though, he did realize, in the same beat, that he caught a lot of things people missed and he really didn’t have a reason for that either. At least not beyond the fact that he paid attention.
Still he offered her a smile, “Well, I like that you think I’m the best. That’s a win any day, in my book.”
Ezra noted that she had finished her meal and began to eat his a bit more aggressively, hating to keep her waiting on him. It was one of those things that left him feeling oddly exposed if he was suddenly eating on his own. It put him in a feral state of mind where he’d rather be hulled up in a corner on his own than feeling rather on display as he became aware of the annoying click in his jaw that was never going to go anywhere. He paused to answer her question, “We went laser tagging. Our team left the other decimated. It was great.” His smile grew as he popped the last of his croissant in his mouth and chewed. Once it was gone he added, “Then we got some drinks and wandered around that part of the city a little too drunk to be responsible about it.”
Ezra smirked at her, his head tilting slightly to the side at her tease, “I try new things,” he offered. “I just like to pair them with the proverbial blanket.” He held up the croissant and shook it at her before taking another bite. He often was just as bad at putting himself in boxes as others were. There were moments when he was certain he was the worst offender of that particular habit but even with Liz’s tease he knew full well there was no malice in it. Mischief certainly, but that was where the line was drawn.
He smiled at her glad that his unveiled plan hadn’t missed the mark completely. Granted, he was fairly certain it wasn’t going to but he had the tendency to overthink and of the scenarios the unlikely sticking up of her nose was played at least twice in the mental simulations. But the error of those internal scenes fell in the flawed thought that she wouldn’t like exploring somewhere old and steeped in history. Her very choice of career in which she fixed antiquities struck that as an outlier that lived well outside of their current universe. “Good,” he offered, unable to hide his pride that she was happy with the rough agenda, though he followed it with a shrug, “I saw a lot of the world when I was a little too little to truly appreciate it. Plus, the tours didn’t leave a ton of room for actual exploration unless it was tied to a photoshoot or interview and we made it clear our 10 year old asses didn’t have the focus and needed a break.”
He shrugged again and looked down at the food that was steadily disappearing between the two and took some more naan. There was a lot from that time he didn’t really remember. So much of it was a highlight reel of moments that were fun but stressful. A moment they all tried to soak up to the fullest and he reckoned he succeeded as it all swam through his head in a homogenous mess.
Liz laughed and leaned forward onto the table. “My sincerest apologies,” She smiled. “I shouldn’t have discounted the importance of a good comfort blanket,” She teased. It was all in jest and the truth of it was that Ezra could have done and eaten the same thing every day if it made him happy, and she would support it without question. The important part for her was that he was happy and comfortable with their existence together.
She watched him silently for a moment, her head tilted slightly to the side as she took him in. “You know, one of the sexiest things about you is your crooked smile,” She said after a prolonged silence. She knew it would probably knock him slightly off kilter, but she couldn’t hold in the thought any more. She loved that about him, though she loved a lot of things about him.
“Somehow I doubt you’re capable of not finding things to appreciate in the places you’d been,” She said thoughtfully. “But I understand what you mean,” She added, tossing the last bit of Bombay toast into her mouth. “So tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
Ezra found himself shaking his head at her tease. He didn’t really have anything more to add to explaining his isms and he suspected a secondary tease would follow doing so. So his head simply wagged slowly while a smile crept upon his lips. That was until she paused a little longer than usual to watch him while he ate his comfort food trying not to feel weird that she was observing him. It’s not that he found it weird for his girlfriend to look at him intently, it was more that he prickled anytime he felt eyes on him for longer than the regular tick of a moment passing.
He supposed that was a trauma response of some sort brought on by being acutely aware that he was the weird kid for his entire life thus far. Or perhaps it was just him being aware because of that weirdness. It was often hard to tell. He was about to shake off the thought when she spoke, and he found his brain stopped in a moment. Ezra’s face flushed a deeper shade than it was and he willed the color on his ears to dissipate quickly. She’d caught him off guard and at the best of times he didn’t know what to do with a flirtatious compliment, even if she was his girlfriend and had every right to say such things without making his brain pull up an error screen.
Ezra looked down trying to find something to say but nothing came so he focused back on their conversation before the glitch, finding himself grateful for her out of a question but also unsure what to say to it as his thoughts were likely too self-deprecating. Ezra looked back up at her his face scrunching up slightly around his right eye as he thought, “Er,” he let out some air and followed it by staring her directly into the eyes before his mouth decided he was a shit liar and just said, “That I’m the weird kid.” He shrugged slightly and chuckled at how silly that sounded out loud.
Liz immediately laughed when she clocked the glitch after her comment. She spoke nothing but the truth; she thought that crooked smile of his was the sexiest thing on the planet. She inwardly melted every time he flashed it, but she also knew that he would balk at the comment all the same. She found that just as endearing.
"If you're the weird kid, then you're a weird kid among a room full of weird kids," she shot back with a quick wave of her hand toward herself. "You're among your own," she shrugged. "Everyone else can fuck off, they don't matter."
Ezra nodded at her words, “We are all a bit odd,” he agreed. Between being what would classically be the theater/band kids had they gone to a muggle school and a fuck ton of trauma dished out because they didn’t attend a muggle school they were all a bit off when it came to a scale of normality. Granted, the older he got the more he realized that it was just people. So much stigma in the world came from a distinct need to keep up the appearance of something that wasn’t real. Which was such an odd social construct to him. If no one was normal, why was that the standard? It made little sense but then again, that also was a people thing.
He shook his head again, the aforementioned half smile sprung up on his lips, “You are not wrong. I am in good company, and those that pass as not the weird kid are either deeply boring, deeply sad, very good liars or a combo of all of the above.” His left shoulder twitched up in a shrug that suggested it was, what it was. He wasn’t being down on himself by suggesting he was the weird kid, it was merely an observation. Most of his thoughts often were, if he was honest.
Ezra smirked at her, his head tilting slightly to the side at her tease, “I try new things,” he offered. “I just like to pair them with the proverbial blanket.” He held up the croissant and shook it at her before taking another bite. He often was just as bad at putting himself in boxes as others were. There were moments when he was certain he was the worst offender of that particular habit but even with Liz’s tease he knew full well there was no malice in it. Mischief certainly, but that was where the line was drawn.
He smiled at her glad that his unveiled plan hadn’t missed the mark completely. Granted, he was fairly certain it wasn’t going to but he had the tendency to overthink and of the scenarios the unlikely sticking up of her nose was played at least twice in the mental simulations. But the error of those internal scenes fell in the flawed thought that she wouldn’t like exploring somewhere old and steeped in history. Her very choice of career in which she fixed antiquities struck that as an outlier that lived well outside of their current universe. “Good,” he offered, unable to hide his pride that she was happy with the rough agenda, though he followed it with a shrug, “I saw a lot of the world when I was a little too little to truly appreciate it. Plus, the tours didn’t leave a ton of room for actual exploration unless it was tied to a photoshoot or interview and we made it clear our 10 year old asses didn’t have the focus and needed a break.”
He shrugged again and looked down at the food that was steadily disappearing between the two and took some more naan. There was a lot from that time he didn’t really remember. So much of it was a highlight reel of moments that were fun but stressful. A moment they all tried to soak up to the fullest and he reckoned he succeeded as it all swam through his head in a homogenous mess.
Liz laughed and leaned forward onto the table. “My sincerest apologies,” She smiled. “I shouldn’t have discounted the importance of a good comfort blanket,” She teased. It was all in jest and the truth of it was that Ezra could have done and eaten the same thing every day if it made him happy, and she would support it without question. The important part for her was that he was happy and comfortable with their existence together.
She watched him silently for a moment, her head tilted slightly to the side as she took him in. “You know, one of the sexiest things about you is your crooked smile,” She said after a prolonged silence. She knew it would probably knock him slightly off kilter, but she couldn’t hold in the thought any more. She loved that about him, though she loved a lot of things about him.
“Somehow I doubt you’re capable of not finding things to appreciate in the places you’d been,” She said thoughtfully. “But I understand what you mean,” She added, tossing the last bit of Bombay toast into her mouth. “So tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
Ezra found himself shaking his head at her tease. He didn’t really have anything more to add to explaining his isms and he suspected a secondary tease would follow doing so. So his head simply wagged slowly while a smile crept upon his lips. That was until she paused a little longer than usual to watch him while he ate his comfort food trying not to feel weird that she was observing him. It’s not that he found it weird for his girlfriend to look at him intently, it was more that he prickled anytime he felt eyes on him for longer than the regular tick of a moment passing.
He supposed that was a trauma response of some sort brought on by being acutely aware that he was the weird kid for his entire life thus far. Or perhaps it was just him being aware because of that weirdness. It was often hard to tell. He was about to shake off the thought when she spoke, and he found his brain stopped in a moment. Ezra’s face flushed a deeper shade than it was and he willed the color on his ears to dissipate quickly. She’d caught him off guard and at the best of times he didn’t know what to do with a flirtatious compliment, even if she was his girlfriend and had every right to say such things without making his brain pull up an error screen.
Ezra looked down trying to find something to say but nothing came so he focused back on their conversation before the glitch, finding himself grateful for her out of a question but also unsure what to say to it as his thoughts were likely too self-deprecating. Ezra looked back up at her his face scrunching up slightly around his right eye as he thought, “Er,” he let out some air and followed it by staring her directly into the eyes before his mouth decided he was a shit liar and just said, “That I’m the weird kid.” He shrugged slightly and chuckled at how silly that sounded out loud.
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