[ he would've believed delta if he heard that during high school, but he knows better now. delta's head is the opposite of perpetually empty. it's too full, and half of what's crammed in there is shit that belongs in a horror movie script. ashe still has nightmares about the single most traumatic event of his life. he doesn't know how delta even functions with some of the things he's described seeing. ]

No. [ another thing that involves a lot of moving. instant negative. ] No, I don't want to go chill in your car just because you're getting horny. Fuck that. This sandcastle's not gonna finish itself.

[ he rises but only slightly, draped over delta's lap as he reaches out to poke at the dragon, clumsily working the tail into a tapered tip. annoyance bites at him. if delta just wants to fuck then he won't begrudge him for it ( he will ), but it's not why he asked him to hang out with him tonight, though if he had to put it into words, he doesn't know the reason for that, either. chilling sounded nice. now he's not sure.

for a moment he felt nice and now he feels like shit again, the same way he feels lately when he's at home. it's aggravating. everything is so aggravating. maybe coming here was a mistake. ]

I was gonna fuck my friend tonight. Not you. [ he doesn't know why he says it. there's some truth to the statement, but in the end decided that hanging with delta was preferable. but he doesn't verbalize that part. ] So if you want to bounce, then fucking go.