[ Somehow, it seems to surprise Waver that Flat thinks of him as a friend. It makes his chest feel... funny.
He flushes. It's not his fault he's not tall! ]
I- I'm not...
[ Why does Flat keep saying embarrassing things? Waver buries his face in his mug again, using it as an excuse to take a moment as he tries to navigate between his confusion, frustration, worry, and the weirdly fluttery feeling he's trying to place. Happiness, maybe. Tentatively. That Flat doesn't blame him, or that he doesn't expect Waver to be someone else.
This is definitely a bizarre situation, and it's always going to be that way, but it seems Flat is willing to think of him as his own person even if the reason he cares has to do with someone Waver isn't (yet). The whole thing is convoluted, but somehow it's still a relief to hear.
Waver was expecting him to be upset. ]
I just needed to make sure you understand. I'm not willing to pretend to be someone I'm not.
[ flat's expression lights up like a thousand light bulbs turning on at the same time. from the excitement he even stands up a little too fast for his barely healed wounds to agree with, and he can't help but wince. ]
Ow, ow... [ he sits down, but doesn't seem deterred in his excitement in the least. ]
Being friends will be great, you know? I'll make sure you won't regret it in the least!
[ Waver mumbles, but there's something almost like a smile tugging at his lips, a twitch he's trying to control. The flush is more difficult to hide. ]
Jeez... Don't hurt yourself, stupid.
Really, you should just go to the Coven for more complete healing now that things have calmed down. You don't want to risk lasting damage.
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He flushes. It's not his fault he's not tall! ]
I- I'm not...
[ Why does Flat keep saying embarrassing things? Waver buries his face in his mug again, using it as an excuse to take a moment as he tries to navigate between his confusion, frustration, worry, and the weirdly fluttery feeling he's trying to place. Happiness, maybe. Tentatively. That Flat doesn't blame him, or that he doesn't expect Waver to be someone else.
This is definitely a bizarre situation, and it's always going to be that way, but it seems Flat is willing to think of him as his own person even if the reason he cares has to do with someone Waver isn't (yet). The whole thing is convoluted, but somehow it's still a relief to hear.
Waver was expecting him to be upset. ]
I just needed to make sure you understand. I'm not willing to pretend to be someone I'm not.
As long as that's clear...
[ He shrugs. ]
I guess we can be...... friends... or whatever.
a million years later..........................
[ flat's expression lights up like a thousand light bulbs turning on at the same time. from the excitement he even stands up a little too fast for his barely healed wounds to agree with, and he can't help but wince. ]
Ow, ow... [ he sits down, but doesn't seem deterred in his excitement in the least. ]
Being friends will be great, you know? I'll make sure you won't regret it in the least!
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[ Waver mumbles, but there's something almost like a smile tugging at his lips, a twitch he's trying to control. The flush is more difficult to hide. ]
Jeez... Don't hurt yourself, stupid.
Really, you should just go to the Coven for more complete healing now that things have calmed down. You don't want to risk lasting damage.
I'll even go with you. After you finish your tea.