Mat shakes his head despite agreeing with Jesper. He's well aware that the other man loves him, and that it's hardly unrequited. He's not that dense. But it just feels as though it oughtn't be.
"But light's sake, I'm nineteen. I've lived my whole life to manhood without ever mucking about with any of that. Never wanting to. I thought it just wasn't for me. I'm not that sort of fellow. I like my fun, I don't like when things could get messy. And love, my dear Jesper, is so very messy."
There's no two ways about it. Moreso for them, even, being as they come from kingdoms that are at war in all but name. That's the sort of thing that's just doomed, generally. He's read plenty of stories, these kinds don't have happy endings. It's stupid, really. They're just asking for trouble.
Yet here they are, clasping hands in the middle of the sidewalk for all to see.
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Mat shakes his head despite agreeing with Jesper. He's well aware that the other man loves him, and that it's hardly unrequited. He's not that dense. But it just feels as though it oughtn't be.
"But light's sake, I'm nineteen. I've lived my whole life to manhood without ever mucking about with any of that. Never wanting to. I thought it just wasn't for me. I'm not that sort of fellow. I like my fun, I don't like when things could get messy. And love, my dear Jesper, is so very messy."
There's no two ways about it. Moreso for them, even, being as they come from kingdoms that are at war in all but name. That's the sort of thing that's just doomed, generally. He's read plenty of stories, these kinds don't have happy endings. It's stupid, really. They're just asking for trouble.
Yet here they are, clasping hands in the middle of the sidewalk for all to see.