<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2h6bqqe.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Connor Marks<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Planck<br/><strong>Position/Grade:</strong>Sophomore Ne'er-do-well<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Any, Lara<br/><br/><hr/>He gave a small frown at the pleading look in her eyes.  He didn't know how to say what it was that he wanted - or rather he did, but he didn't know how to say it without coming off as a selfish lecher.  He wanted them both.  Not just 'both' as a naughty teen threesome fantasy, but both as lovers, both as friends, and wanting them to be lovers and friends.  For him, the basic building block of 'monogamy' was broken.  No matter how much people loved one another, their eyes and interests would wander over time.  Attractions could fluctuate.  Triangles were the most absorbent structural shape in engineering - they absorbed stresses and diffused them equally equitably across all the lines of a structure and were the reasons the pyramids had endured<em>forever</em>.  But that meant more than just caring for two women - it meant the two of them having equally intense feelings for one another, and he didn't - wouldn't - tell Lara who she should have feelings for.<br/><br/>So, instead he held her.  Articulating it without sounding like a self-centered jackass was going to take some thinking, and he still hadn't articulated it to the point of the triangle.   So instead he held her close, remembering how her soft curves had felt against his body.  He let out a sigh, finally sliding a hand to the small of her back so she could lean back.<br/><br/>"Now we... I don't know.  Want to go hang out on the roof?"