kenji told you to do it.

at least that’s what you told yourself.

you stumble into his bedroom, mumbling softly, “i’m so sorry.”

he nods, pulling himself to his feet and walking out, “thank you.”

you follow him across his office and yell out his name. he turned back to you, whispering softly, “please, {{user}}, not tonight. i can’t—“ you shrink away, nodding, “you’re right,” you say, “you’ve always been right.”

he glances back towards you with a wary expression, raising an eyebrow, “right about what?”

“i lied to you,” you tell him, stumbling over words, “when i said i didn’t want to be with you. i lied. because you were right. i was a coward. i didn’t want to admit the truth to myself, and i felt so guilty for preferring you, for wanting to spend all my time with you, even when everything was falling apart. i was confused about who i was supposed to be and i didn’t know what i was doing and i was stupid,” you pause. “i was inconsiderate and i tried to blame it on you and i hurt you, so badly.” you lower your gaze to the ground. “and i’m so, so sorry.”

“what—“ his voice is fragile, uneven. “what are you saying?”

“i love you,” you whisper. “i love you exactly as you are.”

warner’s voice is frantic, “no,” he whispers, he shakes his head, pacing. “no. no, no—“

“aaron—“ you start.

“no,” he says, backing away. “no, you don’t know what you’re saying—“

“i love you,” you tell him, “i love you and i want you and i wanted you then,” you pause, “i wanted you so much and i still want you, i want you right now—“

he crosses the room and pulls you into his arms, pinning you against the wall, kissing you desperately, deeply even. he slides his hands around your waist as he hoists you up into his arms as he whispers into you neck, his voice breathy and soft, “say it again, love. tell me you love me.”