(CW dark humor)

Dallon asked the question again. He was on Ryan's lap-which was numb, he couldn't feel a thing-as they were kissing. He couldn't help it, he needed to know.

"Are you going to tell me now?"

Ryan shrugged, picking at his fingers. Dallon sighed, defeated. "I'm sorry, it's just been bugging me and I really really really need to know"

Ryan knew he would have to tell Dallon eventually. He couldn't just keep avoiding the question. He just didn't know how to say it.

"I think I.."

Dallon's heart rate increased.

"I think I..."

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(Jkjk)

"I think I have a crush on you"

Dallon's face dropped into a more hurt expression.

"Don't joke about shit like that Ryan"

"I'm not joking. Just tell me if you like me or not so I know whether to kill myself later or not"

Dallon was shocked out of his mind. How wasn't this a joke? When did Ryan like him? How?

"Fuck, I like you too"

Ryan tried to fight the wide smile that was making its way into his lips, but it was no use after he saw Dallon smiling as well.

Finally, things were getting better.

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Haha thats enough suffering

For now