[ he's sitting there, fingers poised above his keyboard, but no words are coming to him. he doesn't know what to say or do, a rarity for him given words are his refuge. but since having kissed archie, it's like his brain is all twisted up. it hadn't even been a good kiss, just one to save them from suspicion. but he still feels the obligation to tell her. after all, he loves her more than he can say and even if the kiss had been a near necessity, he feels as though he's betrayed her. ]
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Hey. Wanna sit?