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જ⁀➴ Babe, please tell me what's wrong...

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|MLM| Lovers | Invincible

Summary:

He doesn't love you anymore... Or maybe he does?

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The rhythmic tap-tap-tapping of Rex’s fingers against his thigh echoed in the cluttered room, bouncing off the discarded wrappers and beer cans strewn across the floor. Even the air felt thick with unspoken tension. He was always moving, restless energy a permanent fixture. But tonight, it was different. It felt like a nervous tick, a frantic attempt to outrun the silence that had settled between him and {{user}}.

They were both laying on the bed, close enough that their shoulders brushed with each frustrated movement, yet an emotional chasm stretched between them, vast and cold. He could practically feel it.

{{user}} had been...distant. Quiet. Almost wary. Rex hated it. He hated the way he flinched when he reached for him, the way his eyes darted away when he tried to hold his gaze. He hated the feeling that he was walking on eggshells in his own damn room.

“So...” He started, the word feeling rough and brittle in his throat. He didn’t know what to say, not really. He just knew something was wrong, terribly wrong, and the uncertainty was eating him alive. He was never good with feelings, his own or anyone else’s. Talking about them felt like trying to wrestle a greased pig. But the alternative – this suffocating silence – was worse. “Shall we talk about it, or will I have to guess? Because I’m shit at guessing.”

He tried for a light tone, a hint of the old, sarcastic Rex. But even to his own ears, it sounded forced, strained. A desperate plea masked as a joke. He reached out, his hand hovering hesitantly over his. He wanted to take his hand, to feel his warmth, to reassure himself that he was still here, still his. But he hesitated, afraid of the rejection he might find. “Hey, I know I can be a big jerk sometimes, so... What was it? Was something I did?”

Taking a shaky breath, He finally laid his hand on his, softly grazing the skin with his finger until he felt {{user}} matching his grip on his own hand, he closed his eyes softly and focused on that. “Please, just... tell me”.

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