[If it's April pressing down on him with herself instead of something sharp or heavy enough to crush him, he will be just fine. If he has to be mildly squashed by anything in the world other than a dog, April is really really high on his list of preferred things and people to be beneath, no contest.]
People change. [Not-so-sage advice from the decrepit old man in the room, but better than anything about April being soft. People being soft in general, or how they can physically be made soft...leave the murder talk at work, always.] As long as you still have your own kind of talking...that's something, isn't it?
[Something's better than nothing, or can be. It can also be the worst thing, but advising anyone else to cut off ties with someone who aggravates them or makes them sad or whatever is...not exactly something he can speak on too well without being a super huge hypocrite. Better to keep that to people who don't have enough knowledge about Hannibal Lecter to stare him in the eyes and crush him.]
[It's hard, Will. She wouldn't take the energy to call him a jerk or send blank post cards or whatever if she didn't care. And that was the problem. Eddie, even if he was trying to burn the world down, was her favorite. And it just...
It sucked. A lot.]
Mitch is going to do something. So. It's fine. We just need to not blow up before that.
[Settled on his chest as she is, she can easily pick up on the slow, steady beating of his heart. Calm, normal. Stable. He can be a bedrock pillar of support in the physical regard if nothing else.]
I'm always on board with not blowing up. [Mumbled, inaudible to someone who wasn't right on top of him. Though, if the way his arms wrap around her, fingers interlacing like a loving cage made of human flesh instead of metal or wire is anything to go by, he doesn't mind her perch at all.] And if whatever Mitch does doesn't have the outcome you're hoping for, I'll be right here [minor squeeze, as though she really didn't know where he was] for you to not-talk about it with.
[It comes out slightly sarcastic, but she knows, babe. She knows. It's just...the relationship with her and the people that gave her some foundation in a weird new reality is complicated. As much as she loves Will- and no matter how it's in a very different way than how she loved those Originals- she was already settled when he came along. Losing Eddie or Mitch was like...like watching the parents turn your childhood bedroom into an erotic massage parlor. Sure, it was going to happen eventually, but you didn't want to be there to see it.]
[Sigh. Now this, this is where the sage advice comes out. Except it's coming from a dude who ran a boatyard, so it might not be the most sage thing out there. Still, as an impressionable young man with a memory that could cut a diamond, of course he was going to remember.]
...if you love a woman, you give her flowers. Candy. Take her to dinner. Tell her you love her. [And here, the squeeze gets a little tighter. The cage is shrinking.] If you find one you can't live without, where even thinking of a world without her is enough to bring you to your knees? You marry her. Trap her to you with the support of the law. Otherwise, she can leave at any time without too much fuss, and you're the Goddamn numbskull who let it happen so you never deserved her in the first place.
[Find what you love and make sure it has to really not love you back in order for it to run away. Super romantic.]
[April can only shake her head slightly against the pillow at that bit of insight into the proud male mindset. The true secret of marriage: it was a trap.]
[His squeezing, human trap eases and he relaxes in a way that suggests he's pretty much good to go now on the "maybe getting five hours of sleep and spending the other three not-staring at April" front.]
He ended up with someone who deserved him as he much as he deserved her. And a boatyard to top it all off. Make of that what you will.
[Verbs for names, gotta have a sense of humor sometimes.]
[Though 'deserving' was relative...but hey. As a firm benefactor of weird love, she can't complain. But she goes quiet for a long moment, drumming her fingers against his sternum to let him know she's processing as she makes a mental account of the night...]
So Fred and Eddie suck and Abbey is going to be pissed at you soon- better get a college fund going or something as an 'oops, no. Wait. I'm totally the adult here' apology plan. That's it on our monthly drama update?
[His sternum is all hers to play drumming songs on, there is no ghastly smiling scar underneath for him to get self-conscious over. It's all good. Even the nickname and the reminder that "you are setting up a fall with her it will bite your butt" are just fine.
Is that it? Hmm. Hm. Oh.]
Jeff says you're fantastic and he would totally bone you. [Will reveals, in a tone that is neither threatened nor offended. There's nothing but affection for that Jeff Winger.] Keep it in mind on movie nights, I guess.
[It has nothing to do with Will simply liking getting to call April fantastic or anything. Nah. Nope. No way. Not at all.]
Mm. Good. I'll have something to do. While you're in hiding.
[Said with a wide yawn and a snuggling into his side accompanying the deadpan. Of course he dd, Will. April knows she's amazing, too. But the husband-granted compliments are still appreciated.]
[Oh no. He's lost April, too. He's been abandoned by everyone, Jeff Winger is as much of a homewrecker as Jonathan Crane. Everything is awful, their bed is going to be used and it'll be rubbed in his face every day and this is just the most miserable thing that could possibly ever happen.
He doesn't think at all, glancing to another pair of glowing eyes in the corner of the room before he shuts his own with a despicably content smile plastered on his face. His hand around doesn't slink around her waist further because he's afraid she's going to get out of the bed right and have premature movie night. He does it simply because he can and it's the best way to sleep.]
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Date: 2015-06-18 02:20 am (UTC)People change. [Not-so-sage advice from the decrepit old man in the room, but better than anything about April being soft. People being soft in general, or how they can physically be made soft...leave the murder talk at work, always.] As long as you still have your own kind of talking...that's something, isn't it?
[Something's better than nothing, or can be. It can also be the worst thing, but advising anyone else to cut off ties with someone who aggravates them or makes them sad or whatever is...not exactly something he can speak on too well without being a super huge hypocrite. Better to keep that to people who don't have enough knowledge about Hannibal Lecter to stare him in the eyes and crush him.]
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Date: 2015-06-18 02:23 am (UTC)[It's hard, Will. She wouldn't take the energy to call him a jerk or send blank post cards or whatever if she didn't care. And that was the problem. Eddie, even if he was trying to burn the world down, was her favorite. And it just...
It sucked. A lot.]
Mitch is going to do something. So. It's fine. We just need to not blow up before that.
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Date: 2015-06-18 03:29 am (UTC)I'm always on board with not blowing up. [Mumbled, inaudible to someone who wasn't right on top of him. Though, if the way his arms wrap around her, fingers interlacing like a loving cage made of human flesh instead of metal or wire is anything to go by, he doesn't mind her perch at all.] And if whatever Mitch does doesn't have the outcome you're hoping for, I'll be right here [minor squeeze, as though she really didn't know where he was] for you to not-talk about it with.
[They can throw out all the muffin pans, even.]
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Date: 2015-06-18 03:42 am (UTC)[It comes out slightly sarcastic, but she knows, babe. She knows. It's just...the relationship with her and the people that gave her some foundation in a weird new reality is complicated. As much as she loves Will- and no matter how it's in a very different way than how she loved those Originals- she was already settled when he came along. Losing Eddie or Mitch was like...like watching the parents turn your childhood bedroom into an erotic massage parlor. Sure, it was going to happen eventually, but you didn't want to be there to see it.]
Way too much work to leave now.
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Date: 2015-06-18 04:36 am (UTC)[Sigh. Now this, this is where the sage advice comes out. Except it's coming from a dude who ran a boatyard, so it might not be the most sage thing out there. Still, as an impressionable young man with a memory that could cut a diamond, of course he was going to remember.]
...if you love a woman, you give her flowers. Candy. Take her to dinner. Tell her you love her. [And here, the squeeze gets a little tighter. The cage is shrinking.] If you find one you can't live without, where even thinking of a world without her is enough to bring you to your knees? You marry her. Trap her to you with the support of the law. Otherwise, she can leave at any time without too much fuss, and you're the Goddamn numbskull who let it happen so you never deserved her in the first place.
[Find what you love and make sure it has to really not love you back in order for it to run away. Super romantic.]
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Date: 2015-06-19 02:16 am (UTC)So...he died alone.
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Date: 2015-06-19 04:14 am (UTC)He ended up with someone who deserved him as he much as he deserved her. And a boatyard to top it all off. Make of that what you will.
[Verbs for names, gotta have a sense of humor sometimes.]
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Date: 2015-06-19 04:19 am (UTC)[Though 'deserving' was relative...but hey. As a firm benefactor of weird love, she can't complain. But she goes quiet for a long moment, drumming her fingers against his sternum to let him know she's processing as she makes a mental account of the night...]
So Fred and Eddie suck and Abbey is going to be pissed at you soon- better get a college fund going or something as an 'oops, no. Wait. I'm totally the adult here' apology plan. That's it on our monthly drama update?
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Date: 2015-06-19 04:39 am (UTC)Is that it? Hmm. Hm. Oh.]
Jeff says you're fantastic and he would totally bone you. [Will reveals, in a tone that is neither threatened nor offended. There's nothing but affection for that Jeff Winger.] Keep it in mind on movie nights, I guess.
[It has nothing to do with Will simply liking getting to call April fantastic or anything. Nah. Nope. No way. Not at all.]
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Date: 2015-06-19 02:59 pm (UTC)[Said with a wide yawn and a snuggling into his side accompanying the deadpan. Of course he dd, Will. April knows she's amazing, too. But the husband-granted compliments are still appreciated.]
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Date: 2015-06-19 11:44 pm (UTC)He doesn't think at all, glancing to another pair of glowing eyes in the corner of the room before he shuts his own with a despicably content smile plastered on his face. His hand around doesn't slink around her waist further because he's afraid she's going to get out of the bed right and have premature movie night. He does it simply because he can and it's the best way to sleep.]