"I-I'm seeing Cor. Maybe if....." Will trails off, shaking his head.
Maybe if this had happened a few months ago, before he'd committed to anything or anyone..... He thinks he might have said yes. Why wouldn't he? Verstael is..... amazing, to be honest. Handsome, intelligent, confident, candid, driven, passionate, caring..... Almost anyone would be flattered to catch his interest. Except.....
Except that he's not interested. Except that his thoughts and feelings are being influenced right now. He'd felt that internal struggle, the compulsion, the mental haze..... None of this had ever been real to start with. There's no point in saying anything, when this will be over once Verstael has a chance to sleep it off.
The thing about being psychic is that the boundaries fade and the edges blur together. The thing about being psychic is that it's hard, sometimes, to know where other people end and you begin. Or what or who that you is or should be, or if there's even a you to begin with, one that exists apart from the space between everyone else that defines it. The thing about being psychic is that you don't always know what you feel, or what you should feel, or who's feeling it, or even if you really are feeling anything at all.
There's regret here. He assumes it's probably his. So Will smiles and slips out of Verstael's lap, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before he turns to go. "I'll see you later. Make sure you get some rest, okay?"
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Maybe if this had happened a few months ago, before he'd committed to anything or anyone..... He thinks he might have said yes. Why wouldn't he? Verstael is..... amazing, to be honest. Handsome, intelligent, confident, candid, driven, passionate, caring..... Almost anyone would be flattered to catch his interest. Except.....
Except that he's not interested. Except that his thoughts and feelings are being influenced right now. He'd felt that internal struggle, the compulsion, the mental haze..... None of this had ever been real to start with. There's no point in saying anything, when this will be over once Verstael has a chance to sleep it off.
The thing about being psychic is that the boundaries fade and the edges blur together. The thing about being psychic is that it's hard, sometimes, to know where other people end and you begin. Or what or who that you is or should be, or if there's even a you to begin with, one that exists apart from the space between everyone else that defines it. The thing about being psychic is that you don't always know what you feel, or what you should feel, or who's feeling it, or even if you really are feeling anything at all.
There's regret here. He assumes it's probably his. So Will smiles and slips out of Verstael's lap, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze before he turns to go. "I'll see you later. Make sure you get some rest, okay?"