There is a silence in the room. Henry presumes that it’s because Donghae’s staring at him, mouth open, as he tended to do when he became confused. It was quite a disconcerting thought that even with his eyes closed, he could now second guess Donghae’s actions.
“Hae?”
“You’re weird,” Donghae says. Henry hears the sound of the duvet’s material moving, as though Donghae had lain back down again. He cracks one eye open slowly, and saw that Donghae had pulled the duvet over his head and was lying still underneath it.
Henry quickly gathers his clothes from around the room and sprints to the bathroom.
i'd say perhaps you're slightly cynical, maybe? or you tend to typecast people and it somehow affects your own confidence sometimes. conversely, maybe you're not too comfortable with letting people in? it's probably cold where you are? and i don't know, it strikes me as strange that what donghae said wasn't quite enough to warrant fleeing but this piece seems anxious to justify henry's actions. i'd say perhaps you relate to him more here.
oh, wow. um, i think it's a mixture of that i'm not comfortable being close with people and it's cold rn. there was a reason for henry freaking but that was all a bit earlier than what i pasted here. thank you, though!
aah, then that would make more sense! i was a little confused by the extreme reaction, to be honest and pretty much all i said stemmed from that so lets bin all of that. and no problems, anon!
to be honest, i feel like fanfiction is one of the most personal and indulgent forms of writing out there (and i mean this in a good way), so maybe that's why occasionally i get things right. because something about writing what you want is too therapeutic to pass up? maybe.
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“You’re weird,” Donghae says. Henry hears the sound of the duvet’s material moving, as though Donghae had lain back down again. He cracks one eye open slowly, and saw that Donghae had pulled the duvet over his head and was lying still underneath it.
Henry quickly gathers his clothes from around the room and sprints to the bathroom.
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