forum "You're The Only Ten-I-See" (Closed)

Started March 26, 2020 by @Rainy_day_artist_classic group

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"What do you mean?" Phoenix asked softly as they reached the door. He gave her an odd look, taking the door to hold open before she could. "Just in general?"

"In general yeah," Cicada replied huffing slightly as he grabbed the door, but she stepped in anyway. She had a little smile on as she waited for him, "But right now as well."

Phoenix stepped through with her, still holding onto her hand. "Well, I don't have anything. But if I ever do, and you don't want to, just tell me. I don't want to push you on anything you're not up for." He told her softly.

"Right back at you," Cicada replied softly with her soft smile. She walked up to the main waiter stand and got them seated at a table. The restuaraunt was a little fancier than a normal place, but it wasn't too much so.

Phoenix started running his fingers through his hair, trying to neaten himself up because his subconscious told him to do so. He sat at the table, hands folded in his lap. "So, what do you suggest?" He asked softly, starting to look over the menu.

Cicada glanced over the menu. She felt a bit concious about her appearance, but that quickly vanished once she saw Phoenix messing with his hair. At least Phoenix felt the same, "Anything here is really good, so whatever your in the mood for."

Phoenix nodded weakly, bouncing his leg a little as he read. His gaze flicked up to her, forcing up a little smile. "Right, thanks." He hummed a little, before sinking back into his thoughts.

Cicada could feel the vibrations of his leg. She wondered if she should be a bit more specific and so she looked over at him, "They have pretty good burgers if your in the mood for that."

"Huh?" Phoenix flicked his gaze back up to her, clearly distracted by something. He wasn't able to go back and try to figure out what she was saying. "Sorry, what was that?"

'"They have good burgers if you want that," Cicada repeated for him. He was distracted, that much was clear to her now. She had a concerend smile on, "Something up Phe?"

Phoenix nodded when she repeated her statement, starting to read his menu once again. The burgers did look pretty good. "Oh- um… yeah. Stupid social anxiety thing." He mumbled, deciding what he wanted for dinner was a burger.

"Oh, well if I can do anything to help let me know," Cicada gave him a little smile figuring she would have a burger as well. She wanted to make sure Phoenix was comfortable here even with his anxiety.

Phoenix nodded weakly, shutting his menu when he decided. He carefully slid it aside, looking up at her with a weak sigh. "I- um… I don't think there's anything…" He mumbled, resting his face on the back of his hand.

"Okay," Cicada replied watching him before reaching over and lightly rubbed his hand. She had a little smile on, "If you ever need to get up and leave just let me know. I won't judge you."

Phoenix gave her a soft smile, leaning over to kiss her. "Thanks, Cicada… that means a lot." He whispered, linking their fingers together. Carefully he gently squeezed her hand.

"You're welcome," Cicada smiled giving him a little squeeze in return. She was glad she could do something to make Phoenix feel more comfortable here. There were certain things she would never truly understand, but she would try her best too.

Phoenix sucked in a deep breath, trying to relax his nerves. His head was flooding with bad thoughts, and he was doing his best to clear them. He sighed weakly, keeping his eyes shut tightly. "I-I'm sorry if I'm annoying you…"

"You're not," Cicada replied leaning over to kiss his cheek softly. She wanted to comfort him right now even though that probably wasn't what would be best for Phoenix, "If I can do anything, anything, please tell me."

"There's nothing, honestly." Phoenix replied in a whisper. He glanced up at her, giving her an apologetic look. "Unless you can promise me that no one is paying any attention to us, and not judging me, and convince me that, there's nothing."

"No one is even looking our way Phoenix, except the waiter. Maybe," Cicada replied rubbing his hand gently. She had a slight smile on, "But that's only becuase its there job. No one is juding, no one is looking."

"But… but how can you be sure? What if they watched us when we came in? And… and they're…" Phoenix trailed off, folding his arms on the table, and dropping his head. He kept his face hidden from Cicada.

"The only person watching you, was me," Cicada reassured him reaching over to tussle his hair. She had a soft smile on, "I promise. Again if you want to leave, just tell me."

Phoenix only shook his head, keeping his face hidden from her. "No, I'll be fine… I- I just need a minute…" He mumbled, looking up enough so she could see his eyes. "I-If the waiter comes, I just want water."

"Okay," Cicada said seeing his eyes. She gave him a comforting smile knowing that if she could help him out even a little bit that it would porbably be for the best, "Take all the time you need."

Phoenix nodded weakly, burying his face once again. He kept quiet, breathing in and out to settle his nerves. "People are going to stare if you keep hiding. And Cicada probably thinks you're being childish. Grow up, and deal with it." He told himself, sucking in a deep breath. He didn't want to sit up, but knew he had to if he didn't want on-lookers. In other words, he had growing anxiety… because he had anxiety.

The waiter came over and Cicada asked for a soda for her and then a water for Phoenix. She didn't mind that he was like this at the moment, it wasn't like Phoenix could help it after all. Overall she was being calm about it and allowing Phoenix to handle his turmoil on his own.

Phoenix kept quiet as Cicada ordered their drinks, staying as calm as he could. He had his head up at least. He quietly glanced up to Cicada when the waiter left, offering a soft look.

Cicada gave him a soft smile back. She was there for him no matter how he was feeling and she wanted him to know that. Hopefully he got the message through her looks of a reassurance.

Phoenix sighed softly, reaching out for her hand. "Can… can we hold hands..?" He asked softly, wanting to have some physical reassurance. Just getting to hold her hand would be plenty.

"Of course," Cicada replied taking his hand and squeezing it lightly. She would gladly do this if it made Phoeniz feel better, "If you want me to do anything else, just tell me okay?"