deanisproactive: are we still Not Talking?
Iriseamus: If...you don't want to talk...
deanisproactive: no, I do, but it's up to you.
Iriseamus: Oh...then. No. I think.
deanisproactive: wait...no what? no, we're not still Not Talking?
Iriseamus: Yes, no we're not still Not Talking.
deanisproactive: oh, I'm so confused.
deanisproactive: what you mean is...::hopefully:: you don't hate me, right?
Iriseamus: I mean...I mean...I mean that even though it's only been like, 2 and a half days of Not 
Talking, it's torture and I hate it.
Iriseamus: It, not you.
Iriseamus: Never you.
Iriseamus: Ever.
deanisproactive: ::sighs relievedly:: thank fucking god.
deanisproactive: you have no idea how horrible that was.
deanisproactive: actually, no. you probably do.
deanisproactive: ::grins::
Iriseamus: ::weak grin:: Yeah. I do.
Iriseamus: Okay. ::deep breath:: I'm really, really sorry for being such a bastard. 
Iriseamus: I was...confused. And I didn't think you deserved to be saddled with my...weirdness.
Iriseamus: But now I'm not confused anymore, and...I'm still weird, but only normal-weird.
Iriseamus: ::smirk::
Iriseamus: And...*blush* I love you. A lot.
deanisproactive: no, no. no way. you weren't being a bastard. really. because... I understand. 
it's cool.
deanisproactive: and... good. ::relieved:: 'cause I love you too. no matter what.
Iriseamus: ::stupid grin::
Iriseamus: Since we're talking and everything again...
deanisproactive: yeah? ::smiles encouragingly::
Iriseamus: Why didn't you ever tell me you were gay before? 
Iriseamus: And who you were sleeping with?
Iriseamus: We haven't exactly ever had secrets, you know.
deanisproactive: um. yeah.
deanisproactive: well, there's that.
deanisproactive: I really don't know. ::shifts uncomfortably: just.. like.. summer after fourth 
year. pretty much.
deanisproactive: there was some bloke from down the road. and. yeah?
deanisproactive: and. I don't know. it kind of. never came up.
Iriseamus: Oh...yeah...I guess. Not that it really matters, I just wondered. You know.
Iriseamus: Whatever happened to that...bloke down the road? You're not...I mean, do you still, 
like...see him?
deanisproactive: no.. not really. I mean, I saw him this past summer. except, there wasn't 
anything. like. no.
deanisproactive: it wasn't serious. because there was always you.
Iriseamus: I...oh...::broad grin:: Wow. That. yeah.
Iriseamus: You know...::blush:: I'm really glad you were my...first.
deanisproactive: I...yeah. I'm. um. ::nervously:: kind of. disappointed that you weren't. mine.
Iriseamus: Well, hey...it's okay, really...at least this way one of us knew...what to do. And 
everything. Even if...yeah. 
Iriseamus: But don't think it wasn't, like...the most fantastic thing I've ever experienced in my 
entire life...because I was a stupid freak and ran out on you.
Iriseamus: Which is the fucking worst mistake I've ever made. Ever.
Iriseamus: Except maybe not confessing sooner. ::grin::
deanisproactive: well.. we're definitely in agreement there. ::grins::
Iriseamus: But we're adolescent boys...no one actually expects us to ever say what we really feel 
anyway. Not our fault. We're born that way.
deanisproactive: but.. god, yeah, Seam. it was so much better when it was, um, actually you. 
::blushes furiously::
deanisproactive: damn right.
Iriseamus: That is just about the most amazing thing anyone has ever said to me.
Iriseamus: Second only to "I...loveyousomuch". ::smiles::
deanisproactive: ::shuffles feet:: er, well, I try. ::smiles uncertainly:
Iriseamus: You don't even have to try, Dean. You're amazing anyway.
deanisproactive: ::smirks:: well, you're not so bad yourself.
Iriseamus: Oh, really? I'll have to remember that then.
Iriseamus: When I'm shopping for tight trousers. ;-)
deanisproactive: oh yeah? think you'll need any help with that? ::winks::
Iriseamus: ::snickers:: Maybe, if you're a good boy, I'll let you come along.
deanisproactive: hey, it's not me who's been bad lately. that's been pretty much all on you.
Iriseamus: Yeah. It really...::sigh:: I don't think I can say "I'm sorry" enough.
deanisproactive: shit, no. I didn't mean to *blame* you or anything. you don't need to apologise.
Iriseamus: I'll be better next time...I promise.
Iriseamus: There will be next time, won't there?
deanisproactive: er.. ::unsure:: yes? I hope?
Iriseamus: Oh, thank god...I want another chance.
deanisproactive: oh, good.
deanisproactive: I was hoping I hadn't scarred you for life.
Iriseamus: Scarred? No...changed? Maybe. But that's a good thing.
Iriseamus: have to go...see you.
Iriseamus: love you. =)
deanisproactive: oh.. okay. see you. ::grins:: love you too.