[The silence was actually good. The silence before Tavros spoke again meant that he didn't have to deal with whatever response he felt he had to make. Honestly, the boy didn't really have to say anything in response. Gamzee was beginning to feel that not saying anything - for once - was probably a wiser choice. Old habits die hard, however, and he wasn't sure how he felt about actually retaining a little bit of his old, carefree self, spilling shit out of his mouth before giving it a proper once-over in his head.]
[He supposed it was good.]
[But, Gods, when Tavros started talking, he was all stutters and uncertainty. They'd used to be so open with each other, everything was free and easy, there was no second-guessing or tripping over words. Fuck this Tower. Just... fuck this Tower. He loved it and he hated it at the same time and he'd never felt this way, not even on the meteor. Being here made him hate the meteor and hate the lab and hate, hate, hate, he'd never hated so much in his life!]
[Stop. Stop, calm down and listen to him. Tavros continued, and... and Gamzee's stomach, instead of feeling cold and heavy, suddenly felt like it was a pod of restless larvae, crawling around everywhere and squirming and now his eyes were probably bugging out of his head like some idiot. He what? He had... he had what? Lords have fucking mercy on his hysterical soul - he was pretty sure Tavros had made it clear with the excessive use of commas that he did not, in fact, reciprocate the feelings Gamzee had offered him what seemed like sweeps and sweeps ago.]
[And he was stuttering again, stopped talking. Trailed off. Did he just say that to spare Gamzee the second rejection? It really didn't hurt him all that much the first time around, honestly. They remained friends, and he was in the best state of mind back then to just shrug it off. If Gamzee asked any more, Tavros would have been put on the spot. If he put him on the spot, it could make things worse. GODS! Why the fuck was he fucking thinking so much!? It was fucking infuriating! The fuck did he have to go and tell him that for? What did he expect from him? Was he just fucking with him? What--]
What the fuck did I all do motherfucking different!?
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[He supposed it was good.]
[But, Gods, when Tavros started talking, he was all stutters and uncertainty. They'd used to be so open with each other, everything was free and easy, there was no second-guessing or tripping over words. Fuck this Tower. Just... fuck this Tower. He loved it and he hated it at the same time and he'd never felt this way, not even on the meteor. Being here made him hate the meteor and hate the lab and hate, hate, hate, he'd never hated so much in his life!]
[Stop. Stop, calm down and listen to him. Tavros continued, and... and Gamzee's stomach, instead of feeling cold and heavy, suddenly felt like it was a pod of restless larvae, crawling around everywhere and squirming and now his eyes were probably bugging out of his head like some idiot. He what? He had... he had what? Lords have fucking mercy on his hysterical soul - he was pretty sure Tavros had made it clear with the excessive use of commas that he did not, in fact, reciprocate the feelings Gamzee had offered him what seemed like sweeps and sweeps ago.]
[And he was stuttering again, stopped talking. Trailed off. Did he just say that to spare Gamzee the second rejection? It really didn't hurt him all that much the first time around, honestly. They remained friends, and he was in the best state of mind back then to just shrug it off. If Gamzee asked any more, Tavros would have been put on the spot. If he put him on the spot, it could make things worse. GODS! Why the fuck was he fucking thinking so much!? It was fucking infuriating! The fuck did he have to go and tell him that for? What did he expect from him? Was he just fucking with him? What--]
What the fuck did I all do motherfucking different!?
[Oh, Jesus.]