there was something freeing about the meetings , though conan never could pinpoint what felt so comforting about them . maybe it was that the information shared never went past this point . there was something about it that convinced conan he could speak freely , and he would happily listen to whatever soul had on his own noggin . a safety blanket in the form of honest and natural communication . “ you want me to be real with you ? “ as if conan wasn’t always .
“ i’ve really been amazed by the diversity of french fries . people make them so many fuckin’ different ways , and they’re all usually bomb as fuck . it’s impressive . “ maybe not quite the emotional depth some nights hold , but it was a start . he’s quiet before he taps his feet in an obvious sense of nervousness . “ i’ve been reading a lot of dumb fucking - a lot of stupid romance novels lately . i dunno , tryna get a feel for , like . . . how people describe love . it’s always a little different which i think is interesting . passionate as fuck , calming , comforting and cuddly and shit . kinda like fries . there’s a couple shitty versions of it , but it’s still love in some fucked up way and people crave it . does that make sense ? “
if soul hadn’t known that the french fry topic was nothing more than an opening for something else, perhaps he would’ve laughed. but, from the nights that they’d spent on the roof so far, he knew better -- and he’d never laugh at conan, anyway. wouldn’t want to risk ruining that mutual comfort, understanding. so, he settled for nodding a couple times as he listened, and when the topic drifted to love, he wasn’t particularly surprised. “ yeah, that makes sense, ” he assured, nodding again.
“ surprisingly, you’re not the first person to compare love to food. like you said yourself, sometimes it’s really good, sometimes it’s really bad, but it’s something necessary, nonetheless. ” he paused, then, but soon added, “ love feels different to everyone, though. to some people, it’s yellow. happy, excited, fast. to others, it’s blue. calm, intense, sometimes even a bit sad. and still, to others, it’s black and white -- everything or nothing. the glass is either empty or full, but never half of either. . . and that’s just if we’re talking about colors! if we’re talking about food, to some people, it’s like. . . i don’t know, eggs. and to others, it’s ice cream. it’s all about perspective, conan. ” he raised a hand to tap his index finger on the side of his head. “ every book you read will describe it differently, for sure. . . just don’t ever read twilight. why’s love on your mind, anyway? ”
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