yeah. he is, isn't he?

*once again, he can't keep the melancholy out of his tone, lingering wistfully on each word. he reaches for another scoop of cheesecake to choke his feelings.*

he told me you met. *he says through his next mouthful.* we're... kind of an item, or something.

*he wishes he could be more confident in that statement, but this is where the cheesecake comes in, forcing down the lump in his throat.*

it's gotten a bit... complicated.