How does he go back to simply Poe being his friend when these long buried feelings linger between them, so out in the open? The image of Josie, laughing and smiling flashes in his mind, and another one of the three of them, drinking beer and eating pizza at a bar late one night follows it.
Bodhi loves them both, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone. His new wife, or best friend.
"You're not going to lose me, yeah? No matter what, I'm still here for you."
He doesn't blame Poe for his confession coming when it did, or for his feelings to begin with. Not even slightly. Maybe if Bodhi had said something before, but... But he just wishes things could be simple, could be normal.
He'd said he wouldn't lose his friendship, but can he really promise that things would be the same? Can he really act normal or natural about this now? Bodhi swallows the lump in his throat, and looks back at the door where the rest of the party is waiting beyond it for him.
I'm still here for you, Bodhi said, and Poe swallowed thickly.
No, he wasn't. Even if he somehow felt the same -- the whole point was he wasn't there. Not like that. Not in the way Poe so desperately yearned for, without even knowing it, for so long. And here he is, messing things up again.
The best thing to do was to just let Bodhi go. To let him glance back at the hall, to back away, to tell him 'sure, of course' and then to leave as fast as his feet could take him.
But instead was already reaching out against his own will, already sliding a hand to cup Bodhi's jaw, already leaning in to steal another kiss he didn't deserve and shouldn't have.
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How does he go back to simply Poe being his friend when these long buried feelings linger between them, so out in the open? The image of Josie, laughing and smiling flashes in his mind, and another one of the three of them, drinking beer and eating pizza at a bar late one night follows it.
Bodhi loves them both, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone. His new wife, or best friend.
"You're not going to lose me, yeah? No matter what, I'm still here for you."
He doesn't blame Poe for his confession coming when it did, or for his feelings to begin with. Not even slightly. Maybe if Bodhi had said something before, but... But he just wishes things could be simple, could be normal.
He'd said he wouldn't lose his friendship, but can he really promise that things would be the same? Can he really act normal or natural about this now? Bodhi swallows the lump in his throat, and looks back at the door where the rest of the party is waiting beyond it for him.
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No, he wasn't. Even if he somehow felt the same -- the whole point was he wasn't there. Not like that. Not in the way Poe so desperately yearned for, without even knowing it, for so long. And here he is, messing things up again.
The best thing to do was to just let Bodhi go. To let him glance back at the hall, to back away, to tell him 'sure, of course' and then to leave as fast as his feet could take him.
But instead was already reaching out against his own will, already sliding a hand to cup Bodhi's jaw, already leaning in to steal another kiss he didn't deserve and shouldn't have.