[Blake holds up a hand, mostly because he's to the point where he doesn't want to say anything he shouldn't. By way of ambassadors, he's probably not the best person to ask. On the bright side, at least he's pretty real about all of it.]
No. No, don't think you're an asshole. [A pause.] Maybe a little bit of an asshole, but it's— it's fine. Bein' an asshole myself, can't exactly point fingers.
May wanna start thinkin' 'bout this stuff, though. Before sayin'... [A gesture.] —this stuff.
[He's just going to collect up his plate and his silverware. He's got the urge to fidget, all of a sudden. He's got to expend some energy in a place that isn't this room.
He kind of giving in to the ranting a bit.]
Not everyone's gonna be okay with somethin' like that.
[He has a lot of thinking to do. An understatement, actually.]
I didn't mean anything. [Articulation, what is it.]
Would you believe it's just never come up? I've never known anyone who...
And it's something that just wasn't talked about.
[He likes to think he's nothing like the people in his home town, but he's been finding out more and more recently just how Harmony Home Grown he really is. It's gross.]
[He can imagine Tom knows more than a few people that are gay or otherwise, but considering his reaction, and taking into account he's already a pretty decent guy, it's probably safe to assume no one wanted to be faced with a potential lynching back where he came from.]
Look, if you've got questions, not sure I'm the guy. This kinda thing? [He waves his hand. Whatever this happens to be.] Prob'ly requires a bit more tact than I got.
[He did have questions, a vague form of insult had suddenly just become a very real part of his life, but he needed to sit and seriously reevaluate but he needed to sit and seriously reevaluate before asking anything.
He has the feeling it would end in either embarrassment or a punch in the throat. Or both. Probably both.
And if Blake didn't want to field all the dumb shit he wondered about that was fair enough. He'd already dealt with this Grand Discovery and handled it with surprising grace. Not that Tom really realizes. It's just Blake being lake. Which.. really speaks for this whole thing. People being messy people and all that.
He just seems so straight laced.
Maybe that's a thing. A look? Was a look a thing? Did he have a look? He'd been hit on before so maybe he did. There's an impending crisis in there somewhere but Tom pushes the flurry of questions and anxiety back for a moment.]
[There's about eight million things running through Blake's head at the moment. He can't remember the last time he'd had to consider these types of questions, the last time he wondered about what makes love and sexuality and gender. He's never been heavy into emotions, and he's never lied to himself enough to be convinced they're all wrapped up together.
Life's piecemeal, if you really think about it. It's true for Blake, at least. Loving at all is hard enough, limiting that love isn't going to do anyone any good in his opinion.
When he has everything gathered, he lets out a breath and fixes his gaze on Hanniger.]
[Hey, everyone's got to eat a little crow once in a while. Sharing in the meal doesn't hurt Blake.]
Naw, man, none. Consider it forgotten.
[It won't be, but any hurt it might have caused will be. Eventually. Sooner rather than later, probably, because he'll get getting a hold of Dean about all of this soon enough.]
Later, Tom. Give my best to Jo.
[And away he goes to aggressively polish some dishes.]
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[Blake holds up a hand, mostly because he's to the point where he doesn't want to say anything he shouldn't. By way of ambassadors, he's probably not the best person to ask. On the bright side, at least he's pretty real about all of it.]
No. No, don't think you're an asshole. [A pause.] Maybe a little bit of an asshole, but it's— it's fine. Bein' an asshole myself, can't exactly point fingers.
May wanna start thinkin' 'bout this stuff, though. Before sayin'... [A gesture.] —this stuff.
[He's just going to collect up his plate and his silverware. He's got the urge to fidget, all of a sudden. He's got to expend some energy in a place that isn't this room.
He kind of giving in to the ranting a bit.]
Not everyone's gonna be okay with somethin' like that.
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[He has a lot of thinking to do. An understatement, actually.]
I didn't mean anything. [Articulation, what is it.]
Would you believe it's just never come up? I've never known anyone who...
And it's something that just wasn't talked about.
[He likes to think he's nothing like the people in his home town, but he's been finding out more and more recently just how Harmony Home Grown he really is. It's gross.]
Action;
[He can imagine Tom knows more than a few people that are gay or otherwise, but considering his reaction, and taking into account he's already a pretty decent guy, it's probably safe to assume no one wanted to be faced with a potential lynching back where he came from.]
Look, if you've got questions, not sure I'm the guy. This kinda thing? [He waves his hand. Whatever this happens to be.] Prob'ly requires a bit more tact than I got.
It's nothin' personal. For either of us.
Action;
[He did have questions, a vague form of insult had suddenly just become a very real part of his life, but he needed to sit and seriously reevaluate but he needed to sit and seriously reevaluate before asking anything.
He has the feeling it would end in either embarrassment or a punch in the throat. Or both. Probably both.
And if Blake didn't want to field all the dumb shit he wondered about that was fair enough. He'd already dealt with this Grand Discovery and handled it with surprising grace. Not that Tom really realizes. It's just Blake being lake. Which.. really speaks for this whole thing. People being messy people and all that.
He just seems so straight laced.
Maybe that's a thing. A look? Was a look a thing? Did he have a look? He'd been hit on before so maybe he did. There's an impending crisis in there somewhere but Tom pushes the flurry of questions and anxiety back for a moment.]
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Life's piecemeal, if you really think about it. It's true for Blake, at least. Loving at all is hard enough, limiting that love isn't going to do anyone any good in his opinion.
When he has everything gathered, he lets out a breath and fixes his gaze on Hanniger.]
Sorry. For... gettin' worked up.
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No.
[Tom waves it off, pulling a face. This is just awkward from every direction.]
No hard feelings?
Action;
Naw, man, none. Consider it forgotten.
[It won't be, but any hurt it might have caused will be. Eventually. Sooner rather than later, probably, because he'll get getting a hold of Dean about all of this soon enough.]
Later, Tom. Give my best to Jo.
[And away he goes to aggressively polish some dishes.]