Asher felt thoroughly relieved that she took the comment in a good way. He then looked a little surprised. "Really? I don't know why, I think you've always been very pretty from when I met you. I certainly think you're beautiful. More people should tell you, and more often," he said to her. He was quiet, and when she opened her mouth but said nothing, he wished she had carried on. He ignored the fact that his drink had arrived and thought carefully, contemplating what else he could possibly say. He said, "I feel a little silly, and very crazy, and very stupid, for so many reasons. I don't quite understand what it is, how to describe what it feels like when I look at you, because I know nothing about any of this.. And I think so often that the thoughts I have about it are silly, and crazy, because of.. your current circumstance, and also because I never thought, and still don't think, you could ever truly like me. I don't really know what it is that I'm trying to say, just that I think my gut feeling is telling me I maybe like you a lot more than I should as a friend.. Im so confused." He then sighed and continued. "But I know that there are so many things that mean it couldn't work, even if I really knew how I feel about you. So, just when you tell me that, I understand, but do it nicely, please." He chuckled humourlessly. He wondered how that had managed to come out of his mouth. He'd never told anybody anything so personal to him before, and it made him feel vulnerable, because he knew how he thought she would react, and that hurt.
fsitkspjs. how is it possible that I always arrive just as people log off? come back D: