[The loss of contact was certainly disappointing, but it was pretty obvious that Tavros hadn't done it unconsciously. Gamzee gave him a slow smile and nod in return, as if nodding back and forth like idiots was going to make any of this magically okay. As previously stated, Gamzee hadn't ever been one to feel awkward in almost any given situation, and this one was no exception. All he had to do was just... not think about the awkward possibly-yet-not-flushed-confession that had just taken place between the both of them.]
[Honestly, Gamzee was pretty confused about that whole exchange, now. What had Tavros really admitted to, anyway? This entire encounter was becoming a garbled mess in his memory. Tavros had admitted being... confused, about his feelings? Right? What did that even mean!? And we're not supposed to be thinking about this.]
[How could something that had started out so happily quickly take such a fucking dive into Shitsville? Oh, uh. Right. Because Gamzee was about as static as a motherfucking pinwheel in a tornado and was totally in control of all of his emotions, that was why.]
[Upon Tavros' suggestion, Gamzee gave a slow nod, taking a few steps off to the side and slumping in one of several chairs that had been placed around a study table. He looked back to Tavros, patting the table gently to beckon him over and sit down near him. It was Tavros' choice, really. There would be no hard feelings if the boy decided to leg it after that stunning display of self-control Gamzee had just pulled. Granted, it was just a little outburst, but it was something he wanted so badly never to do in front of Tavros. Cripes, he began to feel that grin slipping again, so he sprawled back in the chair, dangling his free arm over the back of it and putting on a happier expression. Had to stop fucking dwelling on shit, honestly.]
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[Honestly, Gamzee was pretty confused about that whole exchange, now. What had Tavros really admitted to, anyway? This entire encounter was becoming a garbled mess in his memory. Tavros had admitted being... confused, about his feelings? Right? What did that even mean!? And we're not supposed to be thinking about this.]
[How could something that had started out so happily quickly take such a fucking dive into Shitsville? Oh, uh. Right. Because Gamzee was about as static as a motherfucking pinwheel in a tornado and was totally in control of all of his emotions, that was why.]
[Upon Tavros' suggestion, Gamzee gave a slow nod, taking a few steps off to the side and slumping in one of several chairs that had been placed around a study table. He looked back to Tavros, patting the table gently to beckon him over and sit down near him. It was Tavros' choice, really. There would be no hard feelings if the boy decided to leg it after that stunning display of self-control Gamzee had just pulled. Granted, it was just a little outburst, but it was something he wanted so badly never to do in front of Tavros. Cripes, he began to feel that grin slipping again, so he sprawled back in the chair, dangling his free arm over the back of it and putting on a happier expression. Had to stop fucking dwelling on shit, honestly.]