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Even with all the customary fussing over your hair and rearranging of your outfit factored in, you're ready for your date in as timely a manner as you've ever been - but all that frenetic focus directed at your reflection in the mirror leads you to look right past the sadness emanating off of Street where he hovers behind you in the doorway of your shared house, as he continues to act the dutiful wingman despite the cost it's having on his own heart.

Fastening the last of your necklaces and arranging the pendant just so above the collar of your shirt, you turn to Street with an expression so earnestly hopeful that he can't help but let a genuine smile slip through his well-constructed façade as you ask the pivotal question. "How do I look, really?"

"Amazing." The word, truly honest as he feels it, is hard to get out around the lump of emotion amassing in his throat but he forces it out all the same - and he's immediately thankful that he did, because of how your eyes light joyfully up and the renewed energy with which you bound around the small room to grab your last few things before you leave.

The mounting aura of nervous excitement surrounding you makes Street's heart wrench even harder in his chest, but as pained as he is he still knows now's far from the time to attend to it; so he swallows the words balancing precariously on his tongue, as he's become used to doing, even as you lean in and kiss his cheek gratefully with that hopeful smile he loves so dearly. "Hopefully she'll think so, too."