"You really need someone in your life other than just me, Jake." Dylan spoke quietly, respecting the atmosphere of the library.

He'd been on me for a while, encouraging me to go out and meet people, maybe even try and go on dates with others. Which was awkward for several reasons, not least of which was that I had him. I'd expressed interest in a poly relationship back when we were teenagers, years before we'd gotten together, before I'd ever figured out I was ace, and while Dylan had been nothing but encouraging, always trying to get me to expand my social circle beyond just him, I never really tried. After all, who'd be interested in a relationship where they'd never have sex and would have to share thier significant other with someone else? 

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Not that ignoring him helped much, since Dylan had an annoying tendency to start sneaking cold hands into my shirt or against the side of my neck to make me pay attention.

"How about him? He has good vibes. Go say hello, maybe have a conversation." Dylan suggested, pointing at a guy leaning over a table and reading something, dark hair streaked with electric blue. After several more minutes of encouragement, debate, and even some low-scale threats, I eventually started making my way over to the stranger's table. I stood there, shuffling back and forth for a moment before he noticed my presence, glancing up with vividly red eyes, staring curiously up at me.

"Um...hi." I stammered out, suddenly blushing and abruptly escaping back to my table when the embarassment of just walking up to someone caught up to me. Dylan had his head in his hands by the time I reached him, chuckling to himself.

"Were you always that awkward and I just forgot, or have you gotten worse as we got older?" He asked. All I could do was groan in response and drop my head against the table.