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[notsolomon]

This is William Twining. I shall reply to your message at my earliest convenience. Thank you. ***BEEP***

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[notsolomon]

I guess yes, I can see that. Curiosity is perfectly natural in this case.

[Perfectly natural and normal right. That's why he had wondered about that sort of thing... far too often, even for someone his age.]

Are you still feeling... worried about it though? Or is it something else that's troubling you about it?

[babermetrics]

I . . . I dunno, man, it's just weird.

[He's starting to relax, though, leaning back again with a sigh and pushing his hair back into place.]

It's just—it ain't me! Right? I'm not that kinda guy! Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it's just not . . . me! —But I still did it and I'll probably do it again, so does that make it me after all? Shit, I already don't know how to be the dead me or the 19-year-old me or the me that lives on a friggin' alien planet, how'm I supposed to figure out how to be the gay me too?!

[Not to mention the murderer-him. He leaves that one out, but it's there in his mind buried with the rest of the identity crises.]

[notsolomon]

[So that's the crux of the matter, huh? William leans back in the chair, brushing a hand through his hair.

Also 'I'll probably do it again,' Leon?]

Do you have to 'figure' it out though? How to be that aspect of yourself? I mean, we all have different personas that we adapt, but we usually do not make a conscious decision to do so. And even when we do, it still takes time.

[babermetrics]

[Hell yeah he'll do it again.

He watches William, peeking out at him sidelong from under his bangs. He's messed up his own hair pretty good by now, and he doesn't even care.]

I . . . I guess I get what you mean. You're sayin' just keep on and it'll make sense eventually? It just feels big! I dunno, like I said, I don't—I guess I don't really have anything figured out right now anyway, so this is just one more thing on that pile.

[notsolomon]

I think I understand what you are getting at.

[And he does, he really does, even if there are ways in which their situations are very different, because tat least one aspect of this is the same for him.]

It's the sort of thing that can happen at the most inopportune moment, especially when everything else horrible or trying is more important. But it's there, looming in the back of your brain, coloring everything. And it's being thrown in your face repeatedly, never giving you space either.

[babermetrics]

[A little bit of surprise creeps into Leon's expression at that description. It's not what he would have jumped to, but now that it's out, it's pretty on the nose. He nods slowly; so William knows what this is like . . . ]

Maybe it's just, like, this is easier to think about than the really serious crap we have to deal with here all the time, so it's gonna bug me. . . . Or maybe we're just normal dudes who think about sex a lot, huh? Ha ha!

[He brightens some at that. And also includes William in it. Sorry bro.]

[notsolomon]

[William chokes a bit at that last part and has to take a moment to recover.]

I suppose it is more interesting to think about than other things. Definitely is for me.

[At least Leon seems to be a little more reassured, so William will count that as a win.]

[babermetrics]

[Leon's counting that as a win, too. He admitted it! No way. He nudges William's side and laughs, his mood having done a total 180. Thanks bro, you're the best.]

Man, I didn't think you were gonna admit it! Hey, so, c'mon! You gotta tell me who you've got your eye on! I need to know!

[notsolomon]

N-no one. A man just has certain thoughts when by himself, as you should very well know.

[They are talking about this. They really are. Wow. Leon is really the root of half his problems. Totally.]

[babermetrics]

Hey, are you implyin' something about me? . . . 'Cuz you're a hundred percent right!

[He maybe feels a pang of defensiveness, but that's dumb, because William's totally admitting to it! He can't talk! It can't even be an insult! Right? Well, he thinks. And anyway, he's not in the habit of talking about his habits in too much detail with dudes . . . but he has to admit the thought of William owning up to that is pretty . . .

Funny?

Sure, that works as a placeholder feeling there.]

[notsolomon]

You have never given me any reason to think otherwise.

[This conversation took a strange and unexpected turn and William isn't quite sure what to do with it.]

Besides, I am not the type to kiss and tell anyways.

[That is good self. That is smooth.]

[babermetrics]

Hey, it doesn't count if you ain't actually done the kissing part yet! I'm just curious what kinda girl might've caught your eye! Gotta make sure we're not competing, right?

[He bumps up against William's side with a wide, obnoxious smile. At least take comfort in this, William: you definitely made him feel better. He feels downright good, in fact. And he could take that and examine it closely and probably chase the feeling away which would suck, or just ride it while it lasts, and he's sticking with the latter for now.]

. . . I bet you'd like Kirigiri.

[notsolomon]

I suspect our tastes are different enough that competition would be out of the question.

[And he would totally win anyways in a battle for someone's heart.

He raises an eyebrow at the name though]

Isn't that the girl you asked out?

[babermetrics]

Yeah, we went out for coffee! We're not together or anything, but I think she might like me . . . actually, there's a couple girls I'm really into! And they're like total opposites, so I dunno how different our tastes are or aren't! That's why I was so curious!

[Well, one reason. Frankly, he just likes the topic, too.]

You know I'd be your wingman any time, though!

[notsolomon]

...I wouldn't even know what my tastes are, honestly. Other than not annoying.

[This is getting weird again, though he should be surprised by this suddenly flip of the switch, since it's Leon.]

What even is a wingman?

[babermetrics]

Oh man, figures it hadn't been invented yet back in Repressed World . . .

[That's the historian's terms for William's era and country, clearly.]

A wingman is a friend who helps hook you up with someone you've got your eye on! What I'm saying is, if you ever did have someone you wanted to ruin for marriage, I'd put in some legwork for you!