[ Matthew closes his eyes and sighs with contentment at Noah's first words; the memories for him are still so close, so tender. He can still feel exactly what it was like, when Noah told him he didn't need to kiss anyone else anymore, when they held hands and curled up together and called each other babe like real people who were in love.
It was awesome, every single second. But now...
Noah's said as much before, that he didn't think he was good for Matthew. I'm dead. I'm depressing. I drink. I smoke pot. Matthew didn't care; none of those things stopped him from falling in love or being loved back. So there must be something more to it now.
He opens his eyes again. ]
You grew up, [ he ventures, quietly, looking down at his own hands. Nacho enthusiastically licks his fingers, oblivious to the mood in the room. ] And I'm still the same.
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It was awesome, every single second. But now...
Noah's said as much before, that he didn't think he was good for Matthew. I'm dead. I'm depressing. I drink. I smoke pot. Matthew didn't care; none of those things stopped him from falling in love or being loved back. So there must be something more to it now.
He opens his eyes again. ]
You grew up, [ he ventures, quietly, looking down at his own hands. Nacho enthusiastically licks his fingers, oblivious to the mood in the room. ] And I'm still the same.