Ruben
Impossible
Sun Oct 29, 2017 22:26
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Kaye stopped glaring at him after his apology. He didn’t really mind either way (glaring was not an unwelcome behaviour to the Swede) but it was good to know that she’d been listening and took him seriously since, well, it had been serious. And that didn’t happen very often. There was very rarely a need to apologize for one’s behaviour, in Ruben’s opinion. He was aware of his own reputation, and proudly so, and to even consider apologizing for his actions was pretty lame when he took them so meticulously in the first place. However, this was one of those rare occasions when he needed - wanted - to apologize. Kaye forgetting some of their hospital hangout was fine; Kaye forgetting about their admittedly vague date-plans and freaking out at finding out was not fine. Not his fault, like, at all, but still not fine and something he was sorry for.

She started freaking out again, but then cut herself off to reassure him that she wasn’t freaking out, which was convenient and saved him the effort of having to intervene on her semi-spiralling-thoughts again. And was also just a good thing in general because yay, less freaked-out Kaye!

“I’ve never even, like, kissed anyone, so for once you’re the expert here.”

“For once?” he protested, grinning, before abruptly changing gears. “Really, never? Never ever?” Ruben couldn’t deny having his suspicions about Kaye’s level of… ‘expertise’, as she’d put it. (He wouldn’t call himself an expert. Martial arts and duelling - things he was absolutely an expert at - could both be one-way or two-way streets, depending on the situation, but kissing and such was always a two-way. You could only practice up to become an expert so far when you were ultimately relying on the other party to pull their weight, too. Or to not and then see what came out of it.) Anyways, the differences in their banter after his hookup with Marissa had been juuust obvious enough to raise a few small, curious flags in his mind. But her statement seemed to confirm it. “Not that it matters very much,” he added on, in case the never ever was a touchy subject for her. “I mean, there are always two. One person and their history does not mean more.”

Now Kaye was stealing his soup while his hands were occupied. He made a face. She hadn’t even liked it when she tried it the first time! Except now she was going back to words, and so he dragged blue eyes from the mess on his plate up to her face. Damn, how was he supposed to tell her what was going on when he wasn’t entirely certain himself? Uncertainty was a rather new feeling for him, and Ruben wasn’t sure yet if it was a feeling he disliked or could work around or whatever, but it was there.

“You may not believe it, since I know so much,” he informed her, still smirking because that was his default yet trying to serious-up his tone a bit in order to get the point across that he was being genuine, “but I also do not know what is going on. I do not want this to be just a friend date,” he wrinkled his nose with mild annoyance at the idea, “but I am not wanting a… relationship…? Nej, wrong word. Mmph. Well, something very serious. I had a lot of that last year and, it is not bad, but it can really cause damage to being friends.” The admission was harder to get out than he liked. But, well, just as Kaye had little kissing experience, he had little experience with exclusive dating, Holland being really his only example. And while it had been much better while it lasted, the whole breaking up and not speaking anymore part had sucked and left him still hung up on hen no stop it.

“Is there something in between a friend date and a very serious date? Something that you can agree on? I care much about you, but I do not want what we have now to be damaged by it.” Fan it all, was he blushing? ...nope, just the steam from the soup. That was why his face felt slightly warmer. Absolutely. “This is the part,” he ambled on, trying to lighten the mood, “where I might go like this.” Taking one hand off the bread, he extended it in a vaguely ‘here let me hold your hand’ gesture. “But my hand is gross right now. And djävlebröd i helvete,” Ruben concluded with an eloquent curse as the remaining bread began crumbling even more and he hurried to stabilize it once again.

  • Kaye desperately wanted to reach over and knock the bread out of Ruben’s hand. She hated being confused. She hated not being the one in the know. Not knowing how her own feelings were working right... more
    • Impossible - Ruben, Sun Oct 29 22:26
      • Don't you mean "I'm Possible" - Kaye, Tue Oct 31 20:39
        Of course, that was the part he took hold of. Kaye rolled her eyes and waved her hand, as if trying to dismiss it. Her not being kissed before probably wasn’t a big deal. She was probably the only... more
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