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demogorgongotme) wrote2022-08-15 11:38 am
demogorgongotme) wrote2022-08-15 11:38 am
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[Leave notes at the new and improved Fort Byerson.]
[Leave notes at the new and improved Fort Byerson.]
[Leave notes at the new and improved Fort Byerson.]
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Even if it means spilling that yeah actually there are a few Will related things that have left him traumatised in a way that makes it crystal clear that they are in no way Wills fault, because they aren’t, they never were and he’d rather find a way to heal them than avoid it altogether. His therapist is going to have a hell of a session with him on Friday, he really hopes they’re paying her enough to justify it.
“Is someone gonna be around in case you need to be picked up? I’ll probably just walk and I’d put Max on it but… I’m kinda hoping she won’t be back yet.”
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He gnaws fitfully at his lower lip for a long moment, then steels himself and forces a smile onto his face. He knows that people can hear when you're smiling on the phone, and he wants to at least try to give Mike less to worry about.
"I really did like the roses, though. Nobody's ever got me flowers before. I'll have to ask Mr Blackwood how to keep them alive longer."
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The silence stretches until it’s almost unbearable and he’s about to call time before Will saves him from that particular purgatory, and if he ends up twirling the phone cable around his fingers like Nancy did when she had a teenage crush that’s between him and God. “I’m really glad you like them, I uh… got hung up on trying to research meanings and all that stuff but then I figure I should just get colours you like and not think about it too deeply.”
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He laughs a little bit, dredging up what he'd learned from his boss about flower arranging for the job. "Sincerity, friendship, energy, desire? I think you did good. And...yeah I like the colors too." He knows that Mike is probably really frustrated by how freaked out he gets by physical contact if they're not careful, so even the slight indication that Mike might still want him is encouraging. Unless it was on accident, in which case they could totally twist the meaning as they saw fit.
"So...see you Saturday?"
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He heaves a sigh, “okay so maybe I did the thing where I overthought what I wanted to say so hard I gave up and somehow when I stopped trying got it right,” it’s unfortunately on brand.
He’s not frustrated at all, the hesitation has more to do with his own issues with intimacy in any form than anything Will has done, he’s slowly getting over them in the way you kinda have to when your unofficial roommate is like an oversized and very annoying cat who can’t go a day without sitting on you in some way, or playing with your hair, or generally getting up in your business.
“I look forward to it,” genuine. Even if it’s hard, even if he has to face the consequences of his actions, he made Will laugh today, there’s a flicker of hope to cling to.
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"I think that means you need to turn off your brain sometimes and just do what feels right. I know it's hard, but you do better when you're not massively complicating stuff in your own head," he points out. He knows Mike has to know this, but it's a lot harder in the moment to hold on to that line of thought. Maybe having it said out loud will help.
If it weren't a phone call he could just kiss Mike goodbye and hang up before he had to be out the door for the day, but as it stands, he just glances toward the clock above the stove, and lowers his voice again, murmuring a quick "gotta go. Love you, see you Saturday."