Stephen doesn't want Cyrus in his space. He wants his space to be his own. He doesn't want to keep up appearances.
But he has to. There is a wall up between Stephen and Cyrus that Stephen is desperately pretending is not there.
He wants to get out, and he thinks he's going to take this opportunity.
Stephen draws a hand over his face.
"...I should probably get that over with, actually," he says, with deep resignation. "If I don't do it now, I'll just put it off for weeks again." He retreats from where Cyrus has come into his space and gets to his feet, stretching. Then, once he's rolled his shoulders out, he raises the glass to Cyrus, then drains the rest of it in one swallow.
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But he has to. There is a wall up between Stephen and Cyrus that Stephen is desperately pretending is not there.
He wants to get out, and he thinks he's going to take this opportunity.
Stephen draws a hand over his face.
"...I should probably get that over with, actually," he says, with deep resignation. "If I don't do it now, I'll just put it off for weeks again." He retreats from where Cyrus has come into his space and gets to his feet, stretching. Then, once he's rolled his shoulders out, he raises the glass to Cyrus, then drains the rest of it in one swallow.
"Wish me luck."