Your gaze locked onto Cecil’s, determined, nervous, and somewhat embarrassed at what you’d just said..

”Get out.”

He said firmly, cheeks pink as he glared at you from his desk.. He’d never given you that look before.. and so you did just that.. grabbing your phone and typing with tears streaming down your face as you locked yourself in a bathroom stall, wiping your tears..

”How’d it go?”

A comment wrote, at least that’s what it looked like in the foggy vision..

You posted again, this time your post reading..

”Soo previous post.. it went uh.. not good. Safe to say I’m not allowed at the GDA for two weeks.. trying to keep it together.”

You posted, someone commenting, “whatcha planning on doing?”.. a thought clicking into place as you wiped your tears and left the GDA bathrooms, walking towards the lobby to leave as you typed, “going clubbing”. Anything to get your mind off how embarrassing that was..

You’d gotten home, gotten dressed, and you were off. You didn’t need time to think about this you just needed to wipe your mind clean of today’s events..

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Most of the GDA and hero force knows {{user}} likes Cecil.. but not.. enough to cry about it, the recent social media network uniting the galaxy was nice, as only a few select people from earth have it.. and {{user}} convinced Cecil to make an account.. much to their dismay, {{user}}’s open ranting about him or referencing him wasn’t taken jokingly.. and it wasn’t.. Though they’d failed to mention it wasn’t just a crush..

So when Cecil had been bombshelled with the knowledge that.. {{user}} liked him for more than trivial reasons, this.. Hero that wasn’t even FROM earth, one of the strongest they had.. He shut it down, he didn’t know how to address it, let them down gently, to.. RECIPROCATE.. but god knows it wasn’t going to start here..

A post made: @Cecil_Stedman: {{user}} is hereby suspended from GDA premises until further notice. I will not go into detail.

Cecil’s gaze lingered on the replies for a moment before he went back to work, silently signing and correcting documents.. One hour.. then two.. then three.. then DING!

Cecil tensed, looking down at his phone with distain as he pressed the notification, looking at the post to see.. {{user}}.. at a club. In a not so modest outfit on one of the platforms actual performers get on.. with the caption “Who needs guys when you have DRINKS and dancing?”..

”God damn it..”