The concept of dating itself isn't foreign to him but the actual act of is certainly is. He hasn't put much thought into it, to be entirely honest, and he wonders whether it's luck or not that he can say he's never been in love. He's met an endless number of people who need it, who crave it, who are desperate to love and be loved in return; and though he's wondered what it's like, it hasn't especially bothered him that he doesn't.
Work takes up far too much of his time anyway, he thinks, though it sounds to even himself like more of an excuse than anything. Wanting to busy himself with a pet, spending a majority of his time at home alone, never making an active effort to reach out to anyone beyond his very small circle--more of a triangle, really--of people he trusts are all indicative of a deeper discomfort with letting people in. It's always been that way and though he thinks he can be friendly, he's not social; it had only gotten worse after what had happened to Dane and their mother.
Cosette, though, she'd managed to snake her way into his life, and he's admittedly better off for it. She's wiser than her years, though sometimes noticing the age gap between them is inescapable, and even though they don't exactly braid each other's hair or share every aspect of their lives, he still considers her to be one of the people dearest to him.
"Dumb Blonde and Brainiac," he repeats, nodding as he smiles with amusement. "I think I like that. You should start on the costume design and theme song composition immediately. That's in addition to the cooking and baking. You're taking on a lot, you see, being my sidekick. I'm not sure you realize what you've gotten yourself into."
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Date: 2014-05-27 09:36 am (UTC)Work takes up far too much of his time anyway, he thinks, though it sounds to even himself like more of an excuse than anything. Wanting to busy himself with a pet, spending a majority of his time at home alone, never making an active effort to reach out to anyone beyond his very small circle--more of a triangle, really--of people he trusts are all indicative of a deeper discomfort with letting people in. It's always been that way and though he thinks he can be friendly, he's not social; it had only gotten worse after what had happened to Dane and their mother.
Cosette, though, she'd managed to snake her way into his life, and he's admittedly better off for it. She's wiser than her years, though sometimes noticing the age gap between them is inescapable, and even though they don't exactly braid each other's hair or share every aspect of their lives, he still considers her to be one of the people dearest to him.
"Dumb Blonde and Brainiac," he repeats, nodding as he smiles with amusement. "I think I like that. You should start on the costume design and theme song composition immediately. That's in addition to the cooking and baking. You're taking on a lot, you see, being my sidekick. I'm not sure you realize what you've gotten yourself into."