You're having a nightmare of a week this week, so I'm going to refrain from nagging you too much until you feel better. In the meantime, my nagging will go here instead of your DM for whenever you're ready.
Q: If someone says to you something along the lines of "If we were trapped in a room together, I think we would never stop talking. Like, if we were allowed to go on forever, I think we would, and I would be happy with that." Is that a fucking flirt?
A: Possibly. Not necessarily, but it's absolutely, like, come on. It's not hard to pull something out of it. But fucking relax, dude. You do this literally every single time. You hum and haw about the glaringly obvious, as debating over whether or not you see what you see affords a kind of safety from finally admitting that you actually do see what you see. Big fucking deal, though. Like, it's fine. It's completely fine. Stop worrying so much and just wander for a bit, especially post-Boey.
