<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7Xtr3Ny.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucan Torit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261273.msg12892607#msg12892607)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>House:</strong>Hufflepuff<br/><strong>Patronus:</strong>Nightjar (http://i.imgur.com/y3qMMQ8.png)<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Unsure<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White button up shirt with top two buttons undone, black jacket, black slacks, and clean shoes.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>September 2nd 2018, Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>School Grounds<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lila Lovegood<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"I'm sure he thinks about you," though probably not in the way she was hoping for. Lucan felt like he should be trying to make her feel better, not just state obvious facts and harsh words, "Or maybe he doesn't know how to tell you how he feels. Teenage guys aren't the best talkers, you know," he smiled weakly, "Just look at me," he realized he should leave the girls in distress to guys like Geoffrey, "Or Silas. He sticks his foot in his mouth enough. We don't always know how to say the right things at the right times. We make a big mess of it all. And, you know, maybe, he would rather have something more with you than just...<em>that</em>," he had trouble with the word sex. Maybe it was because Silas threw it around so much, "If he wants to paint you, it could be that he wants a more 'intimate' relationship and not just a physical one. Silas talks about being with people all the time. For some people it just doesn't mean the same thing," Lucan couldn't imagine sleeping with a bunch of people, but he understood that some people enjoyed that, "Maybe he would prefer it to be more with you."<br/><br/>"I don't listen to much music, but love is always a popular topic. People connect with it. Whether it's about having it, wanting it, or being hurt by it. We all understand," he blushed as she hugged him and thanked him. He stiffened a little, unsure of what to do with himself physically till she pulled back and said he wasn't a bad guy, "Do people think I'm a bad guy?" sure, his friends weren't the most school rule obedient of people, but he didn't think they were<em>bad</em>. It took him a moment to realize that she hadn't meant it that way, "Oh, uh...sorry," he flushed again, "Thank you. I know I'm not much help, but, uh..." he shrugged a little.<br/><br/>"I know I don't really have a place to talk or say it, but I think any guy would feel lucky to have you like them. You get good marks and you're physically attractive. I know I don't know you very well personally, but you've always seemed nice," that didn't sound the right way to say it, but it was too late for him to change it now that it was out, "I should stop talking now," he chuckled awkwardly, though he did keep talking, "I know I'm not much help, but if you ever want to talk, I'll always listen."<br/><br/>"And I promise, I'll stop talking now."