If asked, John would say that Dave's rambling was just one of those things, and maybe it was kind of annoying, but you learned to tune it out? But if you really pressed him, he might admit that it was kind of endearing. For someone who tried so hard to pretend like having feelings was below him or whatever that whole deal was, the rambling gave away a lot more than he probably realized.
At least to John, it does. He always could kind of pick out the real emotions, if he was listening closely. This very moment is no different, but... somehow, it still feels that way.
To say that John had never had a single sexy thought about Dave would be a lie, but it had only ever been those weird involuntary types of thoughts, where your puberty-addled mind sort of goes off on its own, and then you feel weird afterwards and wonder if you should say anything or keep it to yourself, and decide that the latter is probably the best course of action. Because it would be weird otherwise. Right? ...right?
He does find that he's tuning out Dave's rambling though, mostly in favor of letting that hand sit on his knee and idling rubbing circles with his thumb, while wondering if that weird sort of spark he's feeling is just because he's lonely, and Dave is here and cute and warm and soft, or if there's really something worth exploring. It scares him, just a little, but it entices him even more. Eventually, he wrenches his gaze up, though going from a thousand-yard stare at the ground to focusing on his friend is a little disorienting. That's the only reason he can think of for feeling so suddenly flushed.
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At least to John, it does. He always could kind of pick out the real emotions, if he was listening closely. This very moment is no different, but... somehow, it still feels that way.
To say that John had never had a single sexy thought about Dave would be a lie, but it had only ever been those weird involuntary types of thoughts, where your puberty-addled mind sort of goes off on its own, and then you feel weird afterwards and wonder if you should say anything or keep it to yourself, and decide that the latter is probably the best course of action. Because it would be weird otherwise. Right? ...right?
He does find that he's tuning out Dave's rambling though, mostly in favor of letting that hand sit on his knee and idling rubbing circles with his thumb, while wondering if that weird sort of spark he's feeling is just because he's lonely, and Dave is here and cute and warm and soft, or if there's really something worth exploring. It scares him, just a little, but it entices him even more. Eventually, he wrenches his gaze up, though going from a thousand-yard stare at the ground to focusing on his friend is a little disorienting. That's the only reason he can think of for feeling so suddenly flushed.
"Oh. Yeah, the internet was kind of wild, huh?"