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It's been maybe two hours since we've been home. I more or less stared at the ceiling for those past few hours, contemplating, thinking. I just wanted to make sense of today. Racing thoughts kept me up; the universe just wouldn't let me sleep. And to make things worse, there were three gentle knocks on the door.
"Norway?"
I take a moment to breathe. It was such a low whisper that I couldn't tell who it was. Was it Dan trying to help me "feel better" or some shit? Or was it Ice, wanting to talk about earlier? I slowly got up, turning the on the light on my lamp on the small nightstand next to me. I wondered which would be coming to haunt me tonight. I open the door, and Iceland shyly speaks up again.
"Hey."
"Hey," I reply, "what's up? Why so late?"
"I wanted to talk to you..."
I lead him to my bed so we can sit and talk properly. It feels slightly awkward now, since he and I are in similar positions as me and Dan the other night.
He took a deep breath and started out strong. "Is it alright if we continue the conversation from today?" His voice wavered near the end, but he kept his composure, more or less.
"..W-why?"
"Because it's not nice of you to be doing this to me."
"D-doing what? I'm not doing anything."
"...You are dating Dan. My brother. YOUR brother. Don't you feel wrong?"
"So what? It's not like we're actually related! It's not wrong if we're not blood-brothers!"
"...Is that what you think? Is that why you chose him instead of me?"
"Ice, I-"
"No. It doesn't matter. I thought I knew you. I thought I knew why you were doing this to me. I thought I knew why you were denying-"
"I'm not doing this to hurt you," I whispered under my breath.
There's a pause.
"I'm not doing this to hurt you," I said again. "I wanted you to be mine so badly that I thought that making you jealous was the way to do it."
"Yeah, you made me jealous alright," he said, almost sadly.
"...I did?"
"But I guess I was wrong. I didn't know why you were doing this. Or, at least, the reason I thought was wrong. And maybe it's better that way. My reason would have been a thousand times worse anyways." He looked down in dismay, his eyes watering.
"...Even if we aren't lovers. I can still listen and talk to you as my brother. Wanna tell me what's bothering you?"
"I can't," he whimpered.
"Why's that? I've always been here for you, right? You can trust me, right?"
"I can't," he whimpered again at a slightly lower tone.
"Ice, I'm putting my feelings for you aside here. Let me help you."
"I CAN'T BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" he yelled.
What did he do? Well, until next time, HASTA LA PASTA~