For a few moments, I hoped that the catharsis would have revealed to me my True Inner Preference™, but no such luck. I remained quite stuck on both of the twin horns of my dilemma. I genuinely could not decide who I wanted more, because I kind of wanted them equally. And I desperately did not want to risk hurting either one of them.
Pretty sure that train has pulled out of the station, partner.
Worse, even though I had never given up looking for signs of interest, I had mostly given up hoping to actually see any from either of them. Now, I began to suspect that they had come into my room to bully me into finally asking out whichever one of them wanted me to, and instead, I had carpet bombed both of them, along with whatever glimmer of an opening had been about to be presented.
Fuck. f**
