Specifically, it’s not the first time an older partner has been, or appeared to be, wildly attracted to him, they consummated their mutual interest, and then there was nothing else. No texts, no DMs. A conspicuous absence from the places they both frequented. People act like millennials invented ghosting, but truly, they have nothing on an over-45 with sexy buyer’s remorse.
Matt’s always found that a strange term, ghosting. He’s the one clinging in this equation. Lingering over something gone.
Has he reached out to Daniel? Well, first he got stabbed, and then he turned around and realized it’d been awhile since he’d heard from him, and it’s not like he expected flowers but it seemed like the lack of communication might be, in its own way, a communication, so not to put too fine a point on it but … no. Matt hasn’t asked Louis or Armand about it, either. The way he sees it, his relationships with Louis and Armand (whatever they are) are his relationships with Louis and Armand, and Daniel’s relationships with them are his, and it’s not really appropriate to go fishing. Especially since they all seem to be pretty primary to each other, and he’s pretty firmly in the outer orbit.
It’s not the worst thing in the world. Not a big deal, in the grand scheme.
But it makes him a little sad.
Anyway, it was probably not a good idea to wander into this maze with no plan except maybe there’s a monster and if there is a monster I’m probably better equipped to handle it than most people here despite my success rate so far of zero. Matt is doing his best to follow that animal sound, to trace it to its source, but after what feels like an hour, all he has to show for it is a lot of walking. And now it’s dark. Matt lifts his hand, conjuring a golden bauble of light.
He hears something. ]
Hello? [ Matt calls, like the prom queen in a horror movie. You know, the one that dies first. Stepping gingerly towards the nearest turn in the maze, he rounds it to find— ] Oh.
[ Matt may not be the most forthcoming person around. But he’s no good at disguising his feelings. Illuminated by his witch-light, Matt’s face clearly shows surprise, affection, anxiety. Something like erotic nostalgia. All flickering and gone in a moment as he stares at Daniel. ]
Ah … hey. [ He can’t help sounding fond. Matt musters a small smile as he adds, ] Are you lost too?
a-maze-ing with a twist
Specifically, it’s not the first time an older partner has been, or appeared to be, wildly attracted to him, they consummated their mutual interest, and then there was nothing else. No texts, no DMs. A conspicuous absence from the places they both frequented. People act like millennials invented ghosting, but truly, they have nothing on an over-45 with sexy buyer’s remorse.
Matt’s always found that a strange term, ghosting. He’s the one clinging in this equation. Lingering over something gone.
Has he reached out to Daniel? Well, first he got stabbed, and then he turned around and realized it’d been awhile since he’d heard from him, and it’s not like he expected flowers but it seemed like the lack of communication might be, in its own way, a communication, so not to put too fine a point on it but … no. Matt hasn’t asked Louis or Armand about it, either. The way he sees it, his relationships with Louis and Armand (whatever they are) are his relationships with Louis and Armand, and Daniel’s relationships with them are his, and it’s not really appropriate to go fishing. Especially since they all seem to be pretty primary to each other, and he’s pretty firmly in the outer orbit.
It’s not the worst thing in the world. Not a big deal, in the grand scheme.
But it makes him a little sad.
Anyway, it was probably not a good idea to wander into this maze with no plan except maybe there’s a monster and if there is a monster I’m probably better equipped to handle it than most people here despite my success rate so far of zero. Matt is doing his best to follow that animal sound, to trace it to its source, but after what feels like an hour, all he has to show for it is a lot of walking. And now it’s dark. Matt lifts his hand, conjuring a golden bauble of light.
He hears something. ]
Hello? [ Matt calls, like the prom queen in a horror movie. You know, the one that dies first. Stepping gingerly towards the nearest turn in the maze, he rounds it to find— ] Oh.
[ Matt may not be the most forthcoming person around. But he’s no good at disguising his feelings. Illuminated by his witch-light, Matt’s face clearly shows surprise, affection, anxiety. Something like erotic nostalgia. All flickering and gone in a moment as he stares at Daniel. ]
Ah … hey. [ He can’t help sounding fond. Matt musters a small smile as he adds, ] Are you lost too?