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[That much is true and he relaxes again. It's probably easier now to see what causes him to tense and what causes him to breathe easier around Elliot but he's still not entirely making eye contact. This is a super personal discussion that he's not even sure he should be having, but he's not about to stop either. He has to explain.

For some reason, he has to have Elliot's approval and make sure he's not upset or think he's weird or think he didn't earn this himself.]

...I've known I wanted to be on Broadway since I was three or four. Shar and I both do. We've been taking singing lessons since then and we took dance lessons for a long time together. I kept going when Shar decided to focus on her singing instead. We've been in 17 musicals together since kindergarten basically, 18 if you count the one our class put together for our senior year.

That's...um. That's actually how Kelsi and I got the scholarships. There were four of us nominated for one scholarship and so Kels wrote the whole show, I choreographed everything, and Sharpay and Troy were two of our actors. Anyway so I was putting together the whole show and volunteering at this dance academy I used to take lessons from teaching kids jazz two days a week on top of my normal homework and I'm still sort of surprised I didn't have a nervous breakdown.

But this is all I can see myself doing and it sounds stupid and impractical not to have another goal in case this doesn't work but I'm going to make it work. That sounds crazy, I know, but I'm not going to stop until I catch my dream and stomp the everliving fuck out of it and skyrocket to be successful.

[...waaaay to be dramatic, Ry. Let's just sip coffee--oh shit it's still empty. Goddamnit.]

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[ Elliot's smile is gentle, if strangely reserved. He's happy about it--loves what's happening--he's proud of Ryan, even if he's just some dude he gave a handy to after dragging him around.

It's jealousy, and he's trying to deal with it. He'll meditate, dos ome yoga, reflect on him being selfish like he always does. ]

You're a fighter. That's gonna be good, because you're going to be told no more times than yes. Trust me.

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[He just gives him another skeptical look before he actually laughs in response.]

I don't know if I've ever been told no in my life. [Which is a lie because thank you Sharpay, and thank you Chad, probably.] This should be fun.

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It's not. [ He's not trying to be mean, and he makes sure he gets Ryan to look him in the eye so he can soften his gaze pointedly. ] It's not going to get any better each time people say no, either.

Of course, it makes you a stronger person. That's all you'll have to remember. [ And he grabs the coffee mug, winks, and goes back to the counter to refill it. ]

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[He opens his mouth to protest but closes it again when he catches Elliot's look. He gets it...he really gets it but at the same time he can't help but think that Elliot's completely 100% wrong. Instead he just sighs quietly as he waits for him to return with the coffee.

Eventually though he raises his voice a little to carry toward the counter.]

Trying to tell me I'm not a strong person as it is?