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ask questions from the heart: the remix Finally! You can ask all the questions about matters of the heart, love, and romance that have been burning that hole through your curiosity. Ask away! Delve deep! Nothing is off-limits! Except for that. RULES ○ Don’t leave your comment blank. This go ‘round, your character asks the love-adjacent and related questions!

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[reorienting]

[Glenn is entirely not bothered by the ruder tone. He just nods, understanding that it's not anger at him. That has a different sound entirely.]

People are strange that way. They come with many perspectives, never quite exactly the same.

It is alright to feel troubled. Feelings in themselves rarely follow easy logic, and are confusing on top of it.

You are welcome to ask me about my experiences, even if you do not think it will help you understand your own stance. But having a larger data pool may assist in you finding out what does not align with you. That is, after all, how I came to understand myself better.

[He hopes he's not being pushy. He just wants to assist. That frustration Connor is showing - or Glenn thinks that that is what it is - is truly understandable.]

[detechs]

I don't want any of it, for me. I just want to understand what's happening with everyone else. Feel further away than I should. There's not many people to ask.

[reorienting]

Oh! I understand.

[He nods twice, eyes slightly wide as the pieces regarding Connor's motivation hit closer to his own experiences than he first thought.]

To that end, my offer remains. If you think it would help you understand others more, I welcome any questions you may have. I do not believe that there are too many "stupid questions" as it were.

[detechs]

Do you have the requisite experience?

[reorienting]

My experience is limited to one romantic, non-sexual relationship that started as friendship and lasted...

[He pauses, trying to count, it was so long ago...]

...Six or seven years.

My memories may be a little hazy. It was a long time ago....

[detechs]

When did you know it was different than friendship?

[reorienting]

It is a little hard to say, but for certain, it was when she explicitly asked me out on a date, with romantic intentions, and I said yes. We went to a restaurant by the harbor, and we sat there, talking for so long that we wound up getting kicked out at closing.... About anything. Everything.

[Faintly, he starts to smile at the memory.]

She protected me from bullies, when we were growing up, and was always there for me no matter what happened, the good, and the bad. And... hearing her intentions, I could not help but think "this was meant to be." Which is strange... because I generally do not have faith in anything but what I can experience first hand, or details from evidence-backed creations and reports.

But I had faith in her. In her affection, in her love. And the more she got to know me, and I her, the more in love we both fell.

Though I was not really aware before her proposition, in hindsight, I had been in love with her since I was little. I was just too young and lacked the knowledge at the time to fully grasp my own feelings, let alone name them. It can go unnoticed for so long until it hits me in the face with the force of a truck.

I just thought all friendships made you feel jittery and excited, like butterflies in your blood. Because she was my first and only friend, I lacked the experience to understand that not all friendships feel that vibrant and intense.