That gets an even more baffled face. He can understand Lark needing company, maybe even Lark needing more company than just Steve, but just wanting him around... seems kind of dumb. "I cried on you. And I'm grouchy. And have a lot of nightmares. I mean. A lot of them."
He tilts his head. "The nightmares aren't your fault, it'd be pretty stupid of me to hold them against you. And you aren't listing the good times we've had--they outnumber the rest. You also let me sleep on your foot, which is a delight even if I can't explain to you why."
"On my boots, you dumbass," B counters. "Which can't be comfortable." But it's a hollow protest. Because Lark just wants him there for him. He's so distracted he misses his ball, and it falls through the middle, ending the game.
B makes a small frustrated noise, but just enters his initials (WS) into the high scores and turns back to Lark fully, this time. "Can't imagine anyone wanting me around that much. But it's. It's nice that you do."
"Your boots smell good," Lark retorts, which is true. "It's worth it."
When B looks at him, he holds his gaze but without the intensity he gives off to most people. He's instead relaxed, warm. "I'm glad you're considering it. I mean it when I say it won't change me being your friend if you say 'no'. You can say 'no' to whatever you want, it won't change things. I can find somewhere else to sleep on your boot--here, if I have to."
Even then, the eye contact lasts a couple seconds before B's slide away again. "Nobody could sleep in here when I'm playing, it's too loud." Then, after a beat of looking out across the bowling alley, he admits, "I'm not really all that great at saying no." He has no problem if he's annoyed or if it's in the moment, he's found, but when given time to think about something, and it's for good reasons-- how does he say no to that?
B chews on that, and the inside of his cheek, for a minute. Then nods. "I'll talk to him. He might still say no." And then he'll have to reconsider the thought of doing it without Steve. No use thinking too hard about it until then, though.
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B makes a small frustrated noise, but just enters his initials (WS) into the high scores and turns back to Lark fully, this time. "Can't imagine anyone wanting me around that much. But it's. It's nice that you do."
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When B looks at him, he holds his gaze but without the intensity he gives off to most people. He's instead relaxed, warm. "I'm glad you're considering it. I mean it when I say it won't change me being your friend if you say 'no'. You can say 'no' to whatever you want, it won't change things. I can find somewhere else to sleep on your boot--here, if I have to."
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