...well, god, Tony, could you be any gentler about it?
Topher picked at his comforter for a minute, not sure of what to say. Except that he shouldn't've been so obvious. Even if Tony wasn't saying he didn't want to be friends anymore, he was saying that Topher had completely mishandled this, and like all smartass geniuses, he really, really hated to be wrong. But even bigger than that was that stupid, awful, painful feeling like he was going to throw up, and it shouldn't be so much of a surprise because he knew this already, had known this ever since Homecoming, but it still hit him like sudden nausea that this was never going to happen. Because Tony didn't want it to.
"Oh," he said after a long silence, actually managing to lift his eyes almost to Tony's. "Oh. Um."
Stupid fucking pit-of-his-stomach twisty feeling that wasn't going away.
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Topher picked at his comforter for a minute, not sure of what to say. Except that he shouldn't've been so obvious. Even if Tony wasn't saying he didn't want to be friends anymore, he was saying that Topher had completely mishandled this, and like all smartass geniuses, he really, really hated to be wrong. But even bigger than that was that stupid, awful, painful feeling like he was going to throw up, and it shouldn't be so much of a surprise because he knew this already, had known this ever since Homecoming, but it still hit him like sudden nausea that this was never going to happen. Because Tony didn't want it to.
"Oh," he said after a long silence, actually managing to lift his eyes almost to Tony's. "Oh. Um."
Stupid fucking pit-of-his-stomach twisty feeling that wasn't going away.
"Yeah. Okay, then."