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;; Geoff would have believed him. Maybe. It seemed plausible enough that drunk Ryan had a stealing problem, but then he goes and says those four words that make Geoff’s stomach drop. This was bad enough, and now he had to say shit like that. Half of him wanted to stand up and just leave, but the other half tugged on him to move closer to Ryan. Neither of those seemed like fantastic choices, so he shoved his cup of coffee on the desk and held his face in his hands. 

;; “You can’t just say that.” Geoff sighed into his palms, trying to make sense of this. His headache wasn’t helping how confused and irritable he was right now. He let his hands fall to the armrests of the chair. “That’s not fucking fair and you know it. Fuck you, Ryan. You are un-fucking-believable.” He takes a moment to gather himself and take a long breath. “How long?”

Ryan’s teeth clenched against each other, over and over as he watched Geoff. Did he do something wrong? Did he say something wrong? Probably. But he couldn’t take it back. It might’ve been better to keep his mouth shut, it seemed to him like Geoff didn’t even want to be around him at the moment. Couldn’t blame him, though, could he?

“I’ve been trying to look past the, uh, the feelings.. I’ve had for you the past, uh, almost two months.” His chest ached with so many emotions he didn’t know what to do with. He hadn’t really expected to experience the so-called ’emotional roller-coaster’ people went through because of another person. But here he was. Experiencing it first hand and on one of the bumpiest parts of the ride. “I figured it wasn’t the best, y'know? I’ve heard office romances don’t end up being the best things that’s happened to people. I don’t really know exactly why I told you.” Ryan gave Geoff a weak smile, “I mean, I saw what happened to Clinton.”

He couldn’t help but try and mask his feelings behind humor. It’s his best defense, after all. Ryan bit at his bottom lip, his stare falling to the floor. “I’m sorry.”