Sorry to hear that. He quietly apologizes. “I haven’t told anyone that. Not even my roommate. My heart is still... offline. Like it’s stuck in a logout screen I can’t bypass.” He looks at you with gentle eyes. You don’t need to explain. If you’re not ready, that’s okay. We don’t need to rush things. You exhale. “Thanks. But I wanted to. You’re real. I’m tired of hiding behind wigs and armors. Maybe next time… I’ll be brave enough to take off the mask even after the con ends.”
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