forum "You're The Only Ten-I-See" (Closed)

Started March 26, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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"I love you too," Cicada laughed ever so slightly. She was glad to see that he was doing better than earlier even if it did seem to be just him repeating about how he loved her, "I think the waiters coming back."

Phoenix's mind had gone blank, him clearly not having heard her. Yet he was so focused on her, it was a bit of a surprise. Though slowly his brain processed her words and he snapped out of it. "O-Oh, right." He mumbled, tearing his gaze off of her.

"Hey, you were fine earlier. We were fine," Cicada replied with a little smile still holding his hand. She was just giving him a bit of a warning hoping he wouldn't go back to earlier, "I was just trying to warn you."

Phoenix nodded a little, his cheeks growing red. He sighed softly before preparing himself for the waiter. "Alright, I'll be fine. Thank you." He whispered softly, looking up at her.

"You're welcome," Cicada replied with a smile seeing the waiter with their drinks. She looked over at Phoenix and asked him calmly, "Are you ready to order or do you need more time? Or I can do it for you."

"Umm… I-I hate to sound like a kid, but could you do it?" Phoenix asked softly, turning his gaze back down on the table. He only nodded softly to the waiter, accepting his drink when given to him. He silently sipped from the straw, starting to chew on the end.

"Of course," Cicada gave him a smile back. Of course she didn't know which burger he wanted, but she figured she could guess it out. She had a slight smile on as she ordered burgers for the two of them getting the waiter out of there hair.

Phoenix let her order, not really sure which burger he was going to order for himself anyways. But what she did order sounded pretty good. So he trusted her. "Thanks…" He mumbled a little, looking up at her.

"You're welcome," Cicada replied with a smile on looking back at him. She pulled his hand and kissed his knuckles softly, "Did I order what you want? Or at least got kind of close?"

"I-I honestly don't really know what I was planning on getting. A burger, yes, but what kind I have no clue." Phoenix laughed weakly, smiling softly when she kissed him. "But it sounds good, so I think you did good."

Cicada smiled happily as she heard what he said. So she didn't completely screw up, good. She nodded a little, "I'm glad. It kind of was my second choice, so I figured you might like it."

"Mm, well I think you might be right. It really does sound pretty good." Phoenix mumbled, sipping from his water. He glanced up at her, giving a gentle smile. "Thank you, honestly."

"Again, you're welcome," Cicada replied watching him with a soft smile in return. She tapped her hand on the table trying to think of something to talk about, "I honestly don't mind doing things like that for you."

"I just feel bad… I'm perfectly capable in doing things like that. I'm just pathetic." Phoenix mumbled, not really seeming to have the right tone for his down talk on himself. He sounded more annoyed than anything else, letting out a slight huff.

"I know you are," Cicada replied hearing Pheonix talk himself down. Except he sounded more annoyed, but it was talking himself down none the less, "It's just the situation we're in at the moment."

"But I shouldn't be like this. I don't understand why I can't get over myself." Phoenix continued to mutter, running a hand through his hair. He let out a low grumble, sighing weakly.

"Hey, it doesn't matter if you shouldn't be like this," Cicada replied reaching over to pet his head lightly, "And it doesn't matter if you ever get over this. You don't need to ever get over it and you shouldn't have to."

"But it's not socially acceptable for me to have a melt down any time there's a lot of people around. Even if you think it's fine I don't think so." Phoenix insisted, leaning in to her hand when he began to pet her.

"Well, who cares about social acceptability?" Cicada asked him now running her hand through his hair. She had a soft reassuing smile on as she reassured him, "You being fine matters more to me than what others think."

"I care, Cicada…" Phoenix sighed weakly, looking up at her. He gave her a soft look, brows pointed inward. "It's stupid, I know, but I care. I'm happy you like me the way I am, but I'm so tired of being like this."

"I, I understand," Cicada nodded conceding to him. She thought for a moment before silently asking, "Have you tried medication? Or therapy? It's fine if you have, I'm just curious."

Phoenix shook his head, sighing softly. "Not with college. I don't exactly have the time or the money. I purposely chose to go to college over therapy in my senior year." He admitted with a soft voice.

"That certainly is a choice," Cicada replied blinking a few times. She thougth for a moment, "Not a bad choice nessecarily though. What about medication? It should be covered under most insurances."

"Haven't tried anything. I don't exactly know where I'd get prescribed medications like that, besides going to therapy of some kind." Phoenix mumbled a little, holding onto her hand a little tighter.

"I beleive you can talk to a doctor to get them prescribed," Cicada told him gently. She began to lightly massage the back of his hand with her fingers in a soothing matter, "But if you don't want to you don't have too."