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[grice]

I've never courted someone! And the first person I ever liked I just told her I wanted us to get married! Without courting! I never got her flowers or gave her a gift, or asked to dance! I've never even held hands before! No one does that!

No wonder she never said anything about it! I don't know what I'm doing!

[terriblepurpose]

Deep breaths, Falco.

There are much worse things you could have done.

[ It's still...not the best, but Falco doesn't need kicking while he's down. ]

At least she knows that you're interested in her and what your ultimate intentions for a courtship would be. That way, she knows right from the beginning that you're not toying with her affections.

It was decisive. Girls like that.

[ Or so he's been told. ]

[grice]

[ his face is still hot and the chilly draping of a damp towel all over him with those words was palpable. he breathes in and looks at nowhere in particular. maybe at one of the paintings he's swiped, already in the attic, of a couple sitting by a riverside, one of them fishing while the other watched. the colors were warm. it makes him feel warm.

it makes him feel a pang of inevitable loneliness. ]

What would you say would be the best thing to say first to show that
If or when
I like someone

[ he's saddened to think about it, but he's been far from his heart's first "love" bordering almost three years, now. he wants to adore that girl for the rest of his life, and perhaps he will.

just, maybe, differently from what it first started as, the more he grew. ]

[terriblepurpose]

[ Falco would be better off asking any other point on Paul's triangle this question. Midoriya, gentle and sweet - Kaworu, flirtatious and assertive - either of them would do better.

But that's it, isn't it? Everything he's learned about the kind of courtship Falco is interested in, he did learn from them. So Paul remembers the things they've said to him with a warmth he hopes he can transmit to the younger, fretful boy. ]

To let them know that you like them?

Tell themselves something about themselves that you've noticed and admire. Not about their appearance, but about who they are. Their kindness, or their courage, or their diligence, anything like that.

Then tell them how that makes you feel. That you're happy to be in their company, and that you like spending time around them, and you hope to see more of them in the future.

[grice]

[ kaworu is bringing havoc into falco's future and we all know it. this is definitely soft enough. he's taking mental notes. he doesn't seem . . . too far off? well, now that he's self-analyzing—

maybe the place didn't help, either. not even with his other flustered attempts that would go right over her head. he prays he could be direct and to the point, whenever that might be. no dying involved. like first, not love. get to know them, not straight-up marry. ]

I hope I'll make you proud.

[terriblepurpose]

I'm always proud of you.

[ A simple fact. There are more complicated elements to the whole thing, as he's more than aware (see again: Kaworu), but Paul has nothing but faith in Falco's judgment when it comes to matters of the heart.

(This proves, as much as anything, that Paul still has a lot to learn.) ]

And whenever you meet a person you like, I'll try not to be too embarrassing.

[grice]

[ —okay, that eases him up. he ends up reading it with a growing smile. ]

How embarrassing could you be?

[terriblepurpose]

Terribly.

I could forget how old you are, and bring up all your awkward moments, and make them look at pictures of you with your hair stuck up.

[grice]

I can’t let you do that. Then I’d need to embarrass you somewhere.

[ this means war!!! ]

[terriblepurpose]

I'd like to see you try it.

[ As Gideon would say: bring it, Falco. ]

Is there anything else you want to talk about?

[grice]

[ hmmm—! ]

Not right now. I've got some work to do.
Thanks for answering everything Brother.

[ he even ties off all the questioning with a sweet little heart melter, the same way he opened it :') regret about to burst thru paul's door in three— ]