"Hey," is all Wilhelm can muster to announce himself as he shuffles through Jesper's door. He forces a quick upturn of his lips, but it can't really be called a smile. He hasn't put much thought into his outfit, just a hoodie and some sweatpants, the sort of thing you wear when you don't feel like going anywhere or doing anything.
If there's a measure of distance gathered stiffly around him when he joins Jesper on the couch, it's because he's remembering what they were in that imaginary life. Not friends who fool around, but serious lovers. He was in love with Jesper. Now that he's back to his regular old self, he doesn't know what to feel. He may have forgotten Kelson, and he might have already been gone, but it still feels like a betrayal, a promise broken.
Truthfully, he had avoided calling on Jesper until now because even though he knows he's one of the best friends he's got, and he's always propped Wilhelm up when he needed it the most, his head and heart are just unruly messes spilling everywhere. So, he sits with his knees pulled to his chest and doesn't know where to begin.
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Date: 2024-06-05 01:14 am (UTC)If there's a measure of distance gathered stiffly around him when he joins Jesper on the couch, it's because he's remembering what they were in that imaginary life. Not friends who fool around, but serious lovers. He was in love with Jesper. Now that he's back to his regular old self, he doesn't know what to feel. He may have forgotten Kelson, and he might have already been gone, but it still feels like a betrayal, a promise broken.
Truthfully, he had avoided calling on Jesper until now because even though he knows he's one of the best friends he's got, and he's always propped Wilhelm up when he needed it the most, his head and heart are just unruly messes spilling everywhere. So, he sits with his knees pulled to his chest and doesn't know where to begin.