When I really take a minute to think about Sifdile’s relationship to me, I end up with this jumbled think mess of
“they’re not romantic but they’re not platonic either”
“they’re more than platonic and less than romantic, or are they more than romantic? But not romantic.”
“Queer platonic? Most likely???”
“They do not look at each other with love in their eyes they look at each other with…….something. I don’t know what it is, hell THEY probably don’t know what it is but it’s …..something.”
“They would never get bonded. BUUUUT the thought of them with the earrings makes me ill……..promise earrings………ohhhhhellyea…”
And then I fester on the ground and writhe and scream and then get shot exactly 47 times for disturbing the peace.