Yes, love? (Slow updates)

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As we all clamor onto the bus I'm absorbed in my thoughts. 

What if I'm not good enough? What if they are being nice because they feel bad for me? What if they feel like they are being used for my own sick gain?

"Ugh," I groan.

"You okay Dall?" Marsh asks turning away from the window, with a twinge of concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Upon other things."

"You know who can always talk to me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, you say that all the time. You know I'm not the best at expressing things sometimes"

"It's alright"

"It isn't, but I'll just shut up about it," 

"That mindset really isn't good for you, and it really could hurt you in the long run"

Marsh takes me up in a hug not wanting to let me go. I can feel the warmth radiating off of his body. It is oddly comforting seeing as I'm not really one for much close contact. In that brief moment, everything feels alright—a small smile forms on my face.

"Hey, Marsh?" I ask looking at my warm friend and smiling slightly.

"Hm?"

"Thank you," I say softly looking into his eyes. Marsh's eyes glimmer in the light of the sun filtering through the windows of the bus allowing the little flecks of gold to shine through.

I really want to tell him how beautiful his eyes really are.