I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
I'd like to think I'd notice if the "ground" came away beneath my feet. But you're probably right.
I was confused and still angry, so I was less gracious than I could've been. It didn't help that this was a few years back when I did more lifting than running. 6'2, 210 lb., demanding to know what the problem was.
The guy politely asked me to leave. I realized I must look like an asshole, so I apologized and left.
The next time I showed up, that same guy asked for my number. So, it turned out all right.
I didn't hold it against him. He was just doing his job. Like I said, I was a lot bigger back then. I could've caused some damage if I'd thrown a punch.
[ More damage than he could cause now, that is. And Reiner is still a big guy, naturally muscular and highly athletic. He just doesn't lift weights the way he used to.
As proof (and to show off a bit), Reiner sends along an old selfie. He's a few years younger, clean-shaven, bulky with muscle. And he's posing like he knows he's hot shit. ]
We went out on one (1) date. That was all I needed to figure out the only thing we had in common was "lifting heavy objects and putting them down." He thought I was something I'm not.
[ There's no fighting that blush now. Reiner covers a silly smile with a hand, chest feeling fuzzy like he's a teenager again. All because of a texted heart. ]
[The heart is calculated. Eren expects that he has that sort of influence over him. It's nice to think of how he's got to be smiling right now. Eren's own lips quirk up in a small smile at his phone.]
This might come as a surprise to you, but I think a lot of people consider you a good person.
[ Not something Reiner necessarily believes. He hurt too many people when he was younger, reckless and thinking he had the whole world figured out. (In other words, a teenager.) Still, it's a nice thought. ]
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I was confused and still angry, so I was less gracious than I could've been. It didn't help that this was a few years back when I did more lifting than running. 6'2, 210 lb., demanding to know what the problem was.
The guy politely asked me to leave. I realized I must look like an asshole, so I apologized and left.
The next time I showed up, that same guy asked for my number. So, it turned out all right.
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Did you give it to him?
[He's going to...try...to stay casual.]
Kind of an asshole move to ask you to leave when you weren't actually doing anything wrong.
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[ More damage than he could cause now, that is. And Reiner is still a big guy, naturally muscular and highly athletic. He just doesn't lift weights the way he used to.
As proof (and to show off a bit), Reiner sends along an old selfie. He's a few years younger, clean-shaven, bulky with muscle. And he's posing like he knows he's hot shit. ]
We went out on one (1) date. That was all I needed to figure out the only thing we had in common was "lifting heavy objects and putting them down." He thought I was something I'm not.
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What did he think you were?
And what are you, really?
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[ He'll answer the first one, at least. ]
He thought I was a meathead "bad boy" with muscle for brains. Common misconception. I blame the hair.
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You're kind, actually. You care a lot. Too much, maybe.
Feel like answering my second question? I could keep going.
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I'm a guy who drives out to the middle of nowhere to scream so that I don't yell at other people.
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That’s a good sort of person
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I'm glad you think so. 😊
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This might come as a surprise to you, but I think a lot of people consider you a good person.
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[ Not something Reiner necessarily believes. He hurt too many people when he was younger, reckless and thinking he had the whole world figured out. (In other words, a teenager.) Still, it's a nice thought. ]
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