Round two!

[blueondeck]

[Going to the cabin to locate Chiaki now that the first awkward talk is out of the way]

Comments

[woodfortono]

Wh-- [heat climbing sharply in his face before he blurts out]

But that's you guys, though!

[blueondeck]

... what?

[woodfortono]

That's--man, come on!

[rubs his face a little, still flushing]

I think it's the opposite.

[blueondeck]

[Oh what the hell]

Go on.

[I know you want to say something about him. you must]

[woodfortono]

I think you guys are the attractive ones, okay!

[blueondeck]

He thinks your attractive and seductive enough you tease him to the point of frustration. This will be a long five months for him.

[woodfortono]

[buries his burning face in his hands]

How is this supposed to be helping. [his voice muffled]

[blueondeck]

I'm just saying what I was told. You do it entirely unintentionally too. I guess keep in mind you're attractive and distract him easily.

[woodfortono]

I don't get why it's a problem!

[blueondeck]

Because you aren't use to it, you give him stares like your afraid of "his intensity".

All of this really translates to he's creeper-staring you down and you aren't sure what to do when you two really should make out or touch each other and get it out of your system.

[woodfortono]

I tried that, and he still left! [blurts out before he bites his lip, blushing harder]

[blueondeck]

... You Earthlings really are weird. What did you do to make him leave?

[woodfortono]

Nothing! Why is it automatically my fault! He just wouldn't talk about why he was being so weird and walked out!

[blueondeck]

I can't tell you how to handle him. You probably know that better than I do. All I can say is explain things to him so he feels comfortable. He was worried he's failing his role in the relationship. He really wants to please you and make you happy.

[woodfortono]

That's dumb. [sighing and wishing he could flop back against the bed] He's not failing anything.

[blueondeck]

The way you react to things makes him feel that way.

[woodfortono]

Well, I dunno how to fix it! I'm not going to sit here and promise I'll never have a problem with stuff he does, but he's not failing.

[blueondeck]

He wasn't sure how to fix it either, but I think he knows what he's doing now ... maybe.

[woodfortono]

Okay.

[gnaws his lower lip]

I guess I just wish he'd, y'know. Talk to me.

[blueondeck]

He-- It can be difficult.

[woodfortono]

Not with you.

[looks down for a minute, before he drags his eyes back up]

M'glad he has you, though. Y'know?

[blueondeck]

It can be difficult to say things to me as well and vice versa. [eying you back]

[woodfortono]

Yeah? Like what?

[blueondeck]

You really think he jut came in and told me everything? If he couldn't tell you in an understandable way, how can he to anyone else?

[woodfortono]

Oh. Well, that's just him sucking at talking, not him not wanting to tell you stuff.

[grins a little, nudging you with a foot]

I like that he's comfortable with you, okay?