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[doggonemad]

Crazy. Ain't ever had that 'fore.

[throughbamboo]

Got people I'm comfortable around.

But it ain't like this.

[doggonemad]

Ya get it.

[throughbamboo]

Mmm, so do you. Ya get a lot of stuff.

[doggonemad]

That ain't normal, right?

[throughbamboo]

I don't think it's not normal.

[doggonemad]

. . .

Fuckin' double negatives.

[throughbamboo]

[a huff]

It's not common, that better?

Ain't that strange for folks to click with each other, yeah?

[doggonemad]

'zat what this is? Clickin'?

[throughbamboo]

Somethin' like it.

[a beat]

Feels like it's more'n that, but - I dunno, ain't like I know a whole lot 'bout that stuff.

[doggonemad]

[ a beat. ]

Okay. Sure. Clickin'. That's simple.

[throughbamboo]

That's the thing, though - it ain't that simple.

[doggonemad]

[ glances over at him, as if to say, "go on." ]

[throughbamboo]

Hrm . . . maybe s'me, 'cuz I ain't a big social guy. Got plenty of folks I like spendin' time with - would even say I click with 'em, too. But end of the day, ya eventually want time to yerself, right?

It don't feel that way with you.

[doggonemad]

. . . yeah, I get that.

[throughbamboo]

[glances over at him]

Yeah?

There's other stuff, but I don't think I could put into words, s'just . . . it ain't as simple as just clickin'.

[doggonemad]

Right. I get this . . . I dunno, feelin' in my chest. An' it ain't fuckin' butterflies or schmoopy shit 'fore ya go an' get all cute on me.

[throughbamboo]

. . . nah, I think I know what ya mean.

[doggonemad]

Lately, I've been thinkin' . . . I dunno. What the hell does my body know that I don't?

[throughbamboo]

S'a good question. [he tilts his head] Ya mean with the feelin' in your chest?

[doggonemad]

[ that's part of it. ]

Yeah.

[throughbamboo]

. . . ain't like when yer body's reactin' to how ya feel, is it? Like when ya get so excited your stomach hurts?

[doggonemad]

Don't think so. Not exactly.

[throughbamboo]

Then . . . ?

[doggonemad]

I dunno.