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Beila gives Dao space. He is extremely right that she's not the best person to be sad about his dead serial killer friend with and that seems to be his principal occupation, so - space.
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thinklikethis
"Yeah. So. I have one and it sucks and I don't really know how to explain how it works in a way that makes sense when you don't have one."
roc_on
"I don't like assuming that my boyfriend is fundamentally never going to make sense to me."
thinklikethis
"...The way you work is really different from the way I work but it makes sense when I try to figure it out, it's just hard to wrap my head around sometimes because you're so... I guess 'lucky'? All these problems that I have and you don't, like hating myself and being afraid of myself and, and weird serial killer feelings."
roc_on
The ice in Beila's smoothie has melted too much. She refreezes it. "Well, I guess that's something..."
roc_on
"If somebody'd asked me before I met you, 'hey, there's this guy you could date, he's good company and kinks conveniently and he's cute but you will never get how his brain works,' I would've probably said 'no thanks'."
thinklikethis
"Well. I guess that depends," he says. "If this is the kind of thing where I need to figure out how to explain how my brain works or you'll break up with me, then it seems like a good idea for me to know that."
roc_on
"I mean, I don't want to phrase it as an ultimatum like that, that would be awful, I'm just - wondering if - this is it, this is the level of romantic intimacy the two of us are capable of."
roc_on
"Me either." Headshake. "I don't want to break up, I really really don't..."
roc_on
"I'm trying to figure out if I don't want to break up like I don't want to go to the dentist or like I don't want to set my house on fire."
