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[Leo just watches Gladion's go very still, and Leo actively sinks into himself. His antenna droop very visibly. He looks much shier, more nervous than Gladion has ever seen him look before. All of it is very genuine, unmasked compared to the usual behavior Leo likes to use to cover his vulnerability.

He really should have kept his mouth shut. Now he's ruined this friendship forever.]

once again,

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[oh my god he's serious.]

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[Wait. Why. How. How long. What would that even—]

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[That doesn't make any sense, they barely talk—]

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[wait but he has to answer this anyways.]

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[wait what does he do.]

I hav— I do— um, that, very, I apprec—

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[NOT LIKE THAT NOT LIKE THAT]

I'm, I'm ineligible.

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[INCORRECT.]

That was not, I don't know what I'm saying.

done x2.

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[oh this is just bad no matter what he does now okay.]

I am ^sorry?

[Have you ever seen the face of abject, brain-ejecting panic and confusion? Now you have.]

1/2

[makesascene]

You're good, Gladion. [The turtle is decidedly quiet. A rarity on his part if ever. He's definitely tearing up a little out of embarrassment.]

Don't worry about it.

2/2

[makesascene]

[He laughs a little nervously now, firmly avoiding Gladion's gaze. He wipes at his eyes in a fumble of fingers. He is trying to bolster himself, and not getting very far.] Thanks for hearing me out anyway, yeah?

I still wanna be friends, but- I understand if you don't to anymore, or want time away from this mess.

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[Oh no aw fuck aw FUCK that was not the way to handle this wait hang on hang on straighten back up and]

That's—allowed—there's no—it's not a problem, [no there's definitely a problem here actually] you don't know how it—wouldn't—you wouldn't like it anyways. So feel better.

[Face of a man who wants to fucking evaporate immediately.]

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[He is definitely tearing up more, before a weak watery kind of laugh escapes him.] You gotta give yourself more credit, Glads.

You'll make someone happy, if you ever want to date. I know it. [He scrubs at his face, opening his wings up.]

Sorry.

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[That's not what he meant that's NOT WHAT HE MEANT but Gladion can't press the point (whatever that is) because the more he talks the more he makes an idiot of himself. But he also can't really do anything else because he does not know what the hell is going on or what to do about it besides mutely watch Leo fly off, head still spinning in circles, wondering wait is this why he wanted to hang around me? and but why, though? What did he imagine? Who does he think I am? and Was I supposed to figure this out on my own? and a thousand other things.

See you 'round someday, turtle....]