<div class="floatleft">(https://66.media.tumblr.com/d0a0bc2f86e4487f57e29c0d73459b33/tumblr_pigslsmIB11r8j1j3o2_r1_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Brion Markov||Geoforce (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309416.msg15029427#msg15029427)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Saturday, August 22nd 2020<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Some godawful time in the morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Brion and Helena’s shared room<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>An Awkward Apology<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Helena; Closed<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Brion watched her pace for a few seconds and then just stop and look at him with those intense eyes. He wanted his question to be neutral and open-ended, not force some confrontation. She had this searching quality to her, like she was expecting something from him. Ok, we're doing this. Oh god she's getting close again.<br/><br/>“I just...” she began with hesitation, stepping close to him. “Wanted to apologize for last night. I think I’ve been misinterpreting a few things that’s been going on between us, mixed with a couple beers and I just....” she ran her fingers through her hair. “...made a fool out of myself. We are friends.” Helena said the statement very matter-of-factly, as if trying to convince herself since he was the one who pushed her away the previous night. “And friends aren’t supposed to do that. I can find another room if you want me to, I won’t don’t again though. I just....wanted to say I’m sorry.”<br/><br/>He just blinked a little stunned. He was trying to formulate something to say. He wanted to fix this, to bring the proper clarity for his words. There was no way he could do that during the light of day while they were sober and not out himself from pretty much the first few months they knew each other. Brion wasn't a coward, he just didn't think she saw him that way. He almost said something but she kept going and he didn't want to interrupt her.<br/><br/>She bit her bottom lip in a mildly shy manner. “And I’ll stop drinking. Around you, anyway.” Helena added that specification as if to say alcohol and him being around her obviously couldn’t be mixed safely again.<br/><br/>He was staring again, her eyes, her lips. Only when she stopped did he shake his head. "<strong>No. That's not what I want. I mean yes we're friends...</strong>" he stops and sighs answering the wrong thing out of order. He takes her shoulders and brings her close. "<strong>I don't want to be in a different room from you.</strong>" he says. In honesty he was pretty sure everyone else just had their own room. "<strong>I need to say something and I need to get it out.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>Helena...I've had feelings for you from the beginning. Within the first month or two after I came to America. I didn't say anything because we always seemed at odds. I thought it was just me. I figured after months and months of sparing and talking and ...I figured if there was a spark between us, it would have happened. So I kept my mouth closed. Feelings are a strange commodity, I couldn't stop thinking about you or feeling like I do--you still have all the qualities that attracted me to you in the first place. Then you moved away and life sort of went on.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>When I came to your place everything just flared up again for me. You didn't misinterpret anything and you aren't a fool.</strong>" he says letting that sink in. "<strong>Please don't apologize for that kiss, I've been dreaming about that for like ever.. It took all my strength to stop myself from escalating and pinning you to the bed or the wall...</strong>" he has to take a breath. "<strong>The point I'm trying to make is that I could never handle being a drunken regret you woke up to in the morning. It would break my heart.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I want a relationship with you. I just wanted to start it right.</strong>" he realizes he's been holding her in place and lets her go so she can decide if she still wants to be near him after processing that. He's almost a bit light headed after finally getting that off his chest. He thinks about the last thing she said. "<strong>Oh...and you never need to change who you are. If you want to have drunken raunchy sex later...I'm totally good with that.</strong>"