[He bites back his initial frustrated response and glances away for a few seconds. That isn't an answer, he wants to say, because how could it be? But Bruno isn't an idiot. He isn't feeding him some line, and he's never been one to be cruel. So how is I can't an answer?
Why does my joking upset you? Polnareff had asked. And he'd answered: I can't be anything more than a friend.]
Can't. [He says it slowly, and feels as if things are starting to slot into place.] Because you don't like me that way? Because you're not attracted to me? Or because of something else, Bruno?
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[He bites back his initial frustrated response and glances away for a few seconds. That isn't an answer, he wants to say, because how could it be? But Bruno isn't an idiot. He isn't feeding him some line, and he's never been one to be cruel. So how is I can't an answer?
Why does my joking upset you? Polnareff had asked. And he'd answered: I can't be anything more than a friend.]
Can't. [He says it slowly, and feels as if things are starting to slot into place.] Because you don't like me that way? Because you're not attracted to me? Or because of something else, Bruno?