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Kinda aware of that already, will, considering I don't stick my dick in dudes. Nothing personal. It's just a lifestyle choice.

[wHY DID HE BOTHER]

And a slice of pie from the local greasy diner to go with your milkshake, got it. See you at dinner, Jeff.

Cheers. I'll text to let you know when I'm coming over.

[ nobody wants to hear the sordid details behind this story. maybe a few hard-core marriage counsellors might want to try, but john isn't going to casually mention what happened between him and mary at the swear-in ceremony – not when it's so fresh in his mind and painful to think about.

will gets two respect points for not prying into this request. who knows, he could end up telling him what happened in de chima when he returns to heropa and picks up john the cat. it is a mystery. ]

Aw don't be like that :(

<3 <3 <3

Any time. Talk to you soon.

[Hopefully. Hopefully this gets sorted soon. Click.

(It Helps.)]

[Sixteen months and a wife as well. Marriages happening within a year of knowing one another aren't too absurd to hear of. The rational side of him, the one he knows best, thinks it's absurd to get married here. The other side, the side of the doctor, is stricken with an old pain. He closes his eyes, a small phantom ache coursing through his nerves, and resist the urge to take a drink when he reopens them.]

I heard of the City. It sounded like a calamity. [He didn't press for more answers, not when the person he was talking with was a young teenager who had grown from being a child in that last world. And he won't repeat it when he assumes Will knows the basics of the story.] I hope you and her are happy together here. That's all that matters, really. Love is found in the strangest of places.

[He pauses for a moment and stares down his drink, before taking off his glasses and smiling. It's not a good smile though - it's clearly pained, in a way he can't disguise. Damned emotion.]

I bet you two get asked 'why marry' a lot? Considering the porter. What do you say?

[His voice isn't judgmental, only faintly curious.]

[Doesn't take an empathetic sponge to realize that he may have just swum from one disastrous topic into another by accident. He watches Wells, only drops the intensity when he speaks, looks down at Wells' forgone drink instead. No one wants to feel like they're being scrutinized when they're having a moment, after all.

He nods when he risks looking back up, back at that smile that reminds him of his own more often than not, an acknowledgment that yes, it's a question they've gotten before. Acknowledgement and thanks, in its own way, that Wells at least words the question a little differently.]

Go in the sun too much, maybe get skin cancer. Walk on the sidewalk, all it takes is that one bad driver to come along at the worst time. Hell, go to a bank. Work at a bank, work any job where you have access to money. There's some sort of danger everywhere, but I don't let any of that stop me from going outside the house. They're all possible, but if I can go out, every day, and move past those obstacles without constantly being afraid of what might happen, then I can do it with this. The Porter put us here, yeah. Doesn't mean I have to let that fact control everything I do. That's no way to live. [In fear, even if he refuses to admit it. He sighs, rolling one shoulder.] April's answer is always a bit simpler. Home's dead to us, this is all we get. After over half a year of dating, it was time to put up or shut up. And it's a little odd to be fully grown adults and still talking about your boyfriend or girlfriend, in my opinion.

[This is all much easier, probably, when Will didn't have anyone back home (other than Hannibal). He has no idea about a future with a wife and a wedding ring that isn't as custom as this, has no idea that if he gets sent back home again he might return with a barrel full of issues regarding marriage. But here and now? Nah, no problem. Easy peasy.]

[He listens to Will's answer in silent, only gently bobbing his head once as the man speaks on the risks that are encountered in every day living. It's true, all of it. Could horrifying disasters happen at any moment, at any time? Possibly. The "possible" aspect is minuscule at best, but still in the realm of what could happen. Isn't the porter a similar risk? He thinks as much.]

A sound answer. Not something easy to keep in perspective. [He means that with honest respect. Risk is always present in life, big or small, and people always look at the bigger ones with alarm. Marriage is one of those large risks. He wouldn't compare it to going out in the sun like Will does, but he understands the point. Fear should not prevent people from living - educate them on how to live, in some ways, but not control them.] Your wife's answer is interesting too, though I can't share her sentiment.

I'm sure you've heard plenty of detractors, but don't pay mind to them. Love is...powerful. People always underestimate it, see it as weakness, but I think that's because they don't understand it. Don't see the value. I think denying love is such a sad way to live.

[Love, for him, has always been mysterious because while he feels it he can't always comprehend it. Logically he sees how it forms, but past that? It's hard. He's grown to have love for a lot of people that he never expected to. He doesn't feel ashamed or weak for feeling it, but he only finds it curious. Unexpected, completely so.

He smiles ruefully and takes a small sip from his glass and lets out a gentle laugh after.]

I must not seem like the type to say that, do I?

[Can he say how Will sees him? Not yet, no. However he knows his actions make impressions, even if they are not seen.]

Edited (I DIDNT PICK AN ICON...) 2015-08-20 03:47 (UTC)

[Will isn't at all offended when Wells confesses he can't share April's sentiments. They might be married (and, in some ways, still considered young lovers, not quite at the year mark yet), but that doesn't mean Will's completely incapable of hearing someone so much as politely disagree with her without wanting to tear into them like it's his duty.

Which is rather along the lines of its power, as Wells puts it, isn't it? Love can consume a person entirely. Epics have been written about the lengths one will go to for love. Love can be enough to die for, to kill for. Some don't need a reason to kill, of course, leading to skewed perspectives. But Will knows what it's like to care, the difference between actually caring and something warped and wrong. And he knows that even those with their warped ideas of love still feel, in their own way, that they do love, it's the same emotion. Perhaps even a superior form of it.]

Why, because you're a man of science? Cold, sterile, unfeeling facts. [People can say anything; what matters is that they actually believe it. Still, Will gives a small twitch of his lips that's friendly, a flicker of a smile. Lightly, because aren't there plenty of cold hard facts to back up Wells' opinion, too?] I can't think of any solid reason why your opinion on this isn't to type. But I've never been keen on types in the first place.

[This is a no judgment zone. Sort of. He doesn't like to be so obvious with it, certainly not share. Wells probably doesn't know exactly who he just ask that question of, either, so really it's for the best. And speaking of the best, Will extends a hand to gently nudge his fries a half-inch in Wells' direction. The most physical sign of "do you want these?" he can come up without asking, without risking changing the topic if Wells feels the need to talk a little more on love and what types, apparently, are allowed to respect and value its power.]

Better. But you're only allowed to use the heart if you mean it. Otherwise it brings bad luck.

ok

Yes, I'm fine.

[ There was a dead body at home for a bit nbd. ]

Are you?

<3

I am. I stayed in Heropa that night, wasn't in attendance.

[Under doctor's orders and everything, wow.]

I'm glad you're okay.

[ She pauses. ]

What happens now?

[cue kill bill sirens

calmly, confidently:]

Now we wait for him to show his hand so he can be found and properly dealt with.

Is this why when I messaged you about Dr. Crane saying hello you said those things?

[ She's not mad if Will knew something she didn't. He was protecting her, wasn't he? Because here she is, unaffected and safe at home.

... Crane was right. ]

[Ah, ah, what a question. It helps that there is no accusation he can pick up, nothing to point fingers that had he spoken up, this never would have happened. Makes it easier for...]

Yes. [Bitter, but not in her direction. Not at all.] He knew what he was doing, when he told you to say that. Probably thought it was clever.

[Bitterness Rising.]

[ A disgruntled sound. ]

I can't believe I ever trusted someone so cruel.

[Pause as he makes sure his stomach wound hasn't reopened and he'll die in the kitchen again.]

You weren't the only one. [Small comforts.] It happens.

Did you trust him?

No.

[#trustnopsychiatrist]

[ WHY DID SHE EVER TRUST HIM. ]

Shouldn't we be trying to catch him? What if he hurts more people?

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