Tw: self hatred

based on https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdBBLdhH/

"Je t'aime." He doesn't react, years of practice let him continue easily, a confused smile and a gentle reminder he doesn't know what the other is saying, "mais sha, that's alright, it doesn't matter."

There's something in the way Louisiana looks at him after, they're still laughing and joking like always but he's less sure of himself, less engaged in the conversation than he usually is.

He wants to apologize, take the other in his arms and repeat what he's heard for years, he doesn't. He ignores the heavy feeling inside him, takes a breath and pretends everything is fine, like he didn't just get the confession he'd been hoping to get for years and ignore it.

He'd heard it before; he'd said it before, still, he could never accept it, he would only hurt Louisiana if he did.

The silence that follows is crushing, heavy with words left unsaid.

Coward, a small part of him whispers, he ignores it.

Louisiana sighs, then stands and walks to the door, "I'll see you tomorrow, Je t'aime, Flo."

He waits until the door clicks shut and the other's footsteps fade, "Je t'aime, Loui."