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"Hey," you nudged him gently in the ribs, attempting to get his attention for the umpteenth time. That seemed to pull back into reality as he turned to look at you with a sheepish smile on his features. You couldn't even be annoyed, "where do you go, Steven?"
"What do you mean? I'm right here," a flicker of worry crossed his features momentarily before he tried to play it off. But you knew him better than that.
"Steven," you moved to stand in front of him, placing your hands gently on his shoulders before gently tapping the side of his head, "I'm your best friend. I know you better than you think. What's been going on lately? You've been more...something. I dunno, different."
"I'm t-totally fine," the lie fell flat, neither of you believing what he had said.
"Steven," gods, he wished you hadn't said his name so sweetly. It might have been his favorite sound in the world, and it always made his heart race when you got like this. He wouldn't be surprised if you could hear the wild thumping in his chest, "you can tell me anything, you know that."
"I'm in love with you," your hands dropped to your side in surprise as you looked at him curiously. Steven's eyes widened with worry as he tried to gauge your reaction. In between confessing that he'd been hearing voices in his head and half the time his own reflection spoke to him in the guise of Marc Spector and finally telling you he was in love with you, the latter had seemed easier.
When you didn't respond right away, he grew worried that he had just completely overstepped any boundaries there were.
"I...what?" surely you hadn't heard him correctly. There was no way your feelings were being returned in kind.
