Michael gave a sputtery breath, hands fidgety as he walked along. “So I’ve been doing some thinking. I mean, we’ve done some seriously..We’ve had sex, y’know? I just…We hang out, we flirt, we kiss. But I don’t even know if we’re dating! I like to think we are, I mean it would suck if you were just using me, but…” He stopped, reaching down to grab the others wrist and make them face him. “Are we together?”
Oh, no. This talk. This weird, nerve-wracking talk, the one you were hoping not to have, because you don’t know what’s supposed to be going on, either. Whoops. You give Michael a small smile, slipping your wrist out of his hand to take it with gentle fingers. “I figured you’d be the one to tell me, dude- but. I’m not using you, since that’s the most important bit there. I don’t… I don’t do that, okay? I like you.”