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Iɴʙᴏx ✉ Vɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ Rᴏᴀᴅ
Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?
Um... This is Bertolt, and if you're hearing this I'm probably busy. You can leave a message here or call back later if you want? ...Can I start over?
2/3
She... Someone--
Someone likes him like that. She likes him like that, and he hadn't even noticed. She used the B-word too, so that's-- That's real, isn't it? Bertolt bites the inside of his lip, and part of him starts to slowly realize what that weird feeling he'd get in his chest when he'd talk to her was. It's the same feeling he'd get when he'd see Bruno on TV and the same one whenever he'd think about Reiner.
The same one he'd get when he talked to Reiner, especially when he was here for those too-short weekends.
He also remembers all too well how much his heart hurt when he blurted everything out to Reiner and confessed that he liked him - he'd never get the chance back home, so he had to do it here while it was right in front of him. It had paid off, but...]