Four Feet Apart

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I *smoothly* scoot a foot closer to him.

"How was your day?" I say, again, very smoothly.

"Very slay."

"Not as slay as me SLAYING children."

"Ah-ha-ha."

"What did you do?" I ask, genuinely not curious but making awkward small talk.

"Mourning the loss of my only daughter, slowly going insane building a robot replica of her, my wife left me, the usual."

"Your wife left you, you say."

(Intense simping thoughts activated)

"Yeah! It really hurt me mentally and I think I'm developing depression!"

"Ah-ha-ha."

(Simping thoughts intensify)

"Yeah anyway..." I speak, trying to break the awkward stream of sex thoughts in my head, "Are you gay."

"Haha why are you asking."

"No reason. Just wondering y'know."

"No but for real why are you asking."

"Don't... Don't worry 'bout it."

"B-b-but--"

"Shhhhhh don't worry about it."

"Hahaha okay."


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