"Maybe, just maybe, it's a bit too tough to love you."
No. It isn't too tough for Aran. Nothing is too tough for Aran. This man, who had stood through worse battles than anyone had experienced and knocked into ice for a few hundred years, simply couldn't be too weak for anything. Not one.
And yet, here he was saying that it was too tough to love.
This man, who could stand through storms and protect whoever he actually cared for, didn't even know what love was.
Evan smiled softly, a smile gracing his lips as he got away from the doorway. His long robes, influenced by the memory of what Freud was wearing, swept the ground as he walked. He leaned against the wall, eyebrow raised challengingly.
"But you can learn, can't you?"
A smile.
"...Maybe."
Evan smirked at the pole-arm wielder. "I never thought that someone like you would have weaknesses. You all seem too strong for that."
"Oh shut up, Evan."
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A/N) WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST WRITE.
WHAT. DID. I. WRITE.
IT'S SO GODDAMNED SHORT.
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