InsaneJournal

Brian
Teddy realized he was in way over his head when he spent nearly half an hour trying to decide what to wear to go visit another student in his dorm room. He stood staring down at a pile of clothing, restless and annoyed with himself, trying to second-guess what would look cool, look natural, look right.

Like there was some kind of actual answer he could stumble across if he just tried hard enough.

"Fuck it," he sighed, grabbing a blue hoodie and tugging it on. He piled everything else on his bed, not wanting to leave a mess for Hank, and grabbed his sketch book, tin of prismacolors, and a hipsack. He kept his head down as he made his way through the dorms, cycling through potential conversations, planning what he could say, and ultimately discarding everything he thought of as he neared the cadet's wing. He'd already come out to the guy--

--he couldn't believe he'd done that; he'd never even said the words before, not even to himself--

--so trying to organize himself into some kind of representation of what he thought Brian might want in a friend seemed disingenuous. He'd tried that with Greg, and look how well that had gone. He'd done it a little with JP, too, and JP left. So. He was going to try to be himself and see how far he went with that. He didn't know why he wanted to be Brian's friend so badly, but he did. Maybe it was because he sensed that Brian needed him.

God, what a stupid thought.

Trying not to flush, Teddy made himself stop thinking and rapped on Brian's door.