V - Six more days.
M - Cue panic.
V - Chaos brain will be a thing of the past.
M - Says you. If I'm being weird or awkward, just hug me.
V - First thing.
M - May not let go for a while.
V - I'm good with that.
M - Have you thought this through?
V - On repeat, since we agreed.
M - Preferred scenario for first contact?
V - Sounds awkward already.
M - Bite me.
V - Probably shouldn't tell me that. If I roll up and start biting...
M - Biting later. Calm me.
V - We're going to meet at a restaurant. Outside, there's a bench. When I see you, I'm going to hug you. When we untangle, we'll be fine because the hard part will be over.
M - Thank you.
V - Probably will need you to return the favor between now and then.
M - I can do that. Let's agree if both of us get overwhelmed, we won't ignore each other and the awkwardness, and make everything worse.
V - Agreed. If you're anxious—hold me, Bubba. I'll do the same. Thoughts?
M - Yes, agreed. Names at some point too.
V - Just say when. Your call.
M - Friends at minimum, but if I kiss you and you don't kiss me back, I'm going to cry.
V - I won't let you cry.
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FanfictionOut of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue...
