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"So yeah. That's it. That's what I've been trying to say, but was too much of pussy to say it outright, I love you. And I burned the sauce trying to tell you, but… here we are."
The following silence wrapped around us softly, only broken by the gentle blues drifting from the speakers. I kept my eyes on my food, pushing a piece of chicken around with my fork, terrified of what I might see on his face—pity, discomfort, that dreaded withdrawal I feared.
