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“No—wait!” Connor said, grabbing his arm and turning the ginger around so that they were facing each other again. “You can’t just say something like that and just walk away. That’s kinda my thing, but besides the point! Why did you say that?” he asked and frowned, confused to say the least.
Ian can’t help but let out a frustrated sigh, yanking his arm gently from Connor’s grasp as he shakes his head, “It’s just...I’m not sure what you want from me. I mean you clearly aren’t interested in me, which is fine. But you don’t seem like you’re interested much in just hanging out and being buds either so...yeah. I guess my only option is to walk away.”













