It just doesn't feel like it's over even though Teddy says they'll stop. He doesn't think Teddy can compartmentalize the way he does. He slouches down in the bench.
"I don't know what you want from me. I get it but it doesn't change how it made me feel."
"I'm... scare this isn't going to work out. That if maybe I hold back too much, you won't want me around. Won't want me," Teddy admits, his voice soft and nervous.
"Deal with me wanting to see your dick?" Gar stands up, pacing a little then and he really wishes they weren't in public. This felt almost as humiliating as the whole end of the conversation before had been.
"I... really like you Gar, I want to get there too," Teddy promises, his voice now soft. But he's still nervous. "I do. I just... I'm not ready yet. It takes time."
"I can't," Gar says, his breath picking up a bit and he recognizes the panic. And it's stupid. He doesn't know how to without feeling like everything he says will be the wrong thing.
Gar doesn't know what to do with any of that. He just leans into Teddy because even with this stupid fight and everything he feels, Teddy's arms still feel like the safest place in the world.
"Why should you be sorry? I'm the one that fucked up."
"You're just short of shaking. Which means I did something to upset you too. Because we're not talking, so I don't understand it. I want to understand it."
Gar wasn't sure he could talk in private either. All his life he'd kept things that weren't happy to himself. People didn't usually see the side of him that wasn't smiling.
Teddy guides the man just a bit away. Enough to get them behind bushes. Then he goes green and forms wings and lifts Gar into his arms. Then he takes to the sky, relaxing.
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Why was that so hard to accept?
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“I didn’t fucking think I was,” Gar snaps a little and then immediately deflated again. “I said I was sorry okay? Can we just stop.”
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"Yeah. We... we'll stop."
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"I don't know what you want from me. I get it but it doesn't change how it made me feel."
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He finishes his ice cream and licks his fingers clean before settling his hands in his lap.
"I'm just... I'm not ready."
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Gar's hand rubs against his thigh and staying sitting is getting difficult. "I got that when you told me you didn't want to."
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"I said I wouldn't ask again, isn't that enough? What do you want me to do?"
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"How long did it take with Billy?"
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"A year and a half."
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"I don't know what you want from me."
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"I love you, Gar. I'm sorry."
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"Why should you be sorry? I'm the one that fucked up."
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Gar wasn't sure he could talk in private either. All his life he'd kept things that weren't happy to himself. People didn't usually see the side of him that wasn't smiling.
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Somewhere they can be alone?
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Gar nods after a few seconds hesitating. Maybe he’ll have time to calm down.
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This might be a good ftb?