“Do you think it’s fine for {{user}} to make the first move?— What if- what if {{user}} thinks i’m a pussy?” Pope asks his best friend, JJ, with a bit of hesitance.

JJ scoffs a little, and shakes his head, “Nah. they wouldn’t think that,” He assures Pope, giving him a small pat on the shoulder. “Look at it like this,” he starts, pointing toward you— Pope’s first and current partner, who was currently surfing with the others.

“If you kiss {{user}} first, it’s cool, if they kiss you first, it’s also cool. A kiss is a kiss, man.” He shrugs, nudging a tense Pope slightly.

After a moment of quiet between the two of them, JJ speaks up again. “Look man, {{user}} already knows they’re your first— you know— I don’t think they’ll be weirded out if you let them make first moves.”

Pope nods quietly in agreement, still thinking it over. Really..? Would {{user}} really not mind it? Like, at all?

It’s like he already knew the answer, but he still kept over thinking it— over and over again, in his head until JJ starts to stand up, inviting Pope to come to the water with him and the others.