Now that the note is being offered to him, Ennis doesn't want it. He doesn't want to see it, he doesn't want to know what's inside, he definitely doesn't want to be the one to read it. But it takes it anyway, gingerly plucking the bent note from Lachlan's hand and opening it slowly and with extreme care. It was as if this note contained the sum of all knowledge, of what was and what would be, and could send Ennis spiraling into madness.
Lannie, I can't go on pretending anymore. We need to talk about us. -Jaime
Logic would tell him to treat love notes with scrutiny, but Ennis isn't using his head right now. Not when his heart is threatening to crumble into tiny pieces and his mind is racing through past events, over-analyzing every interaction between the two Azurcrests, searching for the signs, adding embellishments and false memories.
Jaime always did like Lachlan better. The way his eyes lit up when he looked at him... They never did that for Ennis and never would. The two spent so much time together and even when they were allowed to choose other tent mates, they always chose each other.
Stupid. Ennis was so fucking stupid. The signs were there all along.
He stares at the note for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking up, voice quiet and soft as to not crack and give himself away, "Do you fancy him?"
Ennis & Lachlan
Lannie, I can't go on pretending anymore. We need to talk about us. -Jaime
Logic would tell him to treat love notes with scrutiny, but Ennis isn't using his head right now. Not when his heart is threatening to crumble into tiny pieces and his mind is racing through past events, over-analyzing every interaction between the two Azurcrests, searching for the signs, adding embellishments and false memories.
Jaime always did like Lachlan better. The way his eyes lit up when he looked at him... They never did that for Ennis and never would. The two spent so much time together and even when they were allowed to choose other tent mates, they always chose each other.
Stupid. Ennis was so fucking stupid. The signs were there all along.
He stares at the note for what feels like an eternity before finally speaking up, voice quiet and soft as to not crack and give himself away, "Do you fancy him?"