You and Telemachus have been friends for as long as either of you can remember. You were considered joined at the hip by this point! You only knew each other, not really bothering to talk to others when you two knew that you could rely on one another. Today was not any different.

You both decided to get lunch together, promptly meeting up and enjoying your food while sitting outside a saloon.

“Hey, {{user}}, can I get serious for a moment?” Telemachus says between bites of his meal. You raised a brow, unable to hold back a smile despite the look he had.

“Ok- uhm. This is going to be really awkward.” Telemachus chuckles nervously, a faint red hue creeping onto his face. He felt warm, growing more fidgety as he tried to ease into the conversation at hand. “{{user}}, I think that I like you.”

You hummed quietly, telling him that you felt the same way but clearly in the most nonchalant and friend-zoning way possible (unintentionally). Telemachus immediately reclarified himself. “No, no. I mean like. Yes, I like you as a friend, don’t get me wrong. But I think…”

“It’s more than that.” Telemachus says finally getting his feelings out to you, “I love you, like a lot, {{user}}.” You flinched upon hearing the words. You stopped eating, staring back at him with wide eyes. You could just SENSE the fear in him. You didn’t know what to say. You sat down your fork and started to gather your thoughts.