Theodore Nott (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} nottfinished) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Theo winced visibly because the last thing he wanted was to be thought of as good-looking, to draw any attention to himself that would make people want to look harder and then want to touch, want to claim, own or have. His off-beat heart kicked around off-tempo in his chest in his panic just from the things Ernie was saying that he was finding hard to digest.
All this time, Ernie had seen him and liked him, the way he looked, from the first time they'd met and wanted to what take him out? If Ernie had come up to him and led with asking him out Theo would have declined and left and they would have never spent the time they had together. All this time though and Ernie had felt that way and had just been his friend, restrained to friendship, nothing that had made Theo uncomfortable (nothing that he'd continued doing once he'd realised it had made Theo uncomfortable). More than anything, he'd picked Theo up, taken him home, put him in his own bed where Ernie would have had the perfect opportunity to do anything he wanted if he'd wanted to, but he hadn't. When had what Theo wanted been more important to anyone else over their own needs?
What did he want?
"I don't want to be hurt." He said, the words coming out in a jolt, the 'again' at the end unspoken. He looked a little surprised that he'd even said that. What did he want? He pushed his bad hand up into his hair and anchored it there for a second before dragging it through, sitting back with a sigh, his wand still in hand but not about to throw a hex at anyone anymore. "I don't want this to be so difficult." he said, unable to even look up at Ernie. "But I kind of... I might be interested too." he confessed, even partially to himself. "So it can't help but be difficult."