[ let it be known that iris had had a plan. the fussing wasn't just a mere means to an end, a way to exhaust all that restless energy inside him, but also a way to provide them the space to... to talk, he supposes. check in.
wilhelm is his roommate, but he's also come to value the other boy as his friend. and after all that's happened — and many more he's sure he doesn't even know about — iris feels compelled to make sure his friend is okay.
sitting here, wondering where to start first, iris realizes with a dreadful pang that the reason he might be so bad at this — comforting a friend — was that he never really had the chance for it. by the time he was old enough to notice the nuances of suffering, that just because his seems greater doesn't invalidate the kinds of those around him, he hadn't any friends left to try with.
by now he's worked half the label off of the bottle of wine, still uncorked but now tucked into the circle of his crossed legs. ]
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wilhelm is his roommate, but he's also come to value the other boy as his friend. and after all that's happened — and many more he's sure he doesn't even know about — iris feels compelled to make sure his friend is okay.
sitting here, wondering where to start first, iris realizes with a dreadful pang that the reason he might be so bad at this — comforting a friend — was that he never really had the chance for it. by the time he was old enough to notice the nuances of suffering, that just because his seems greater doesn't invalidate the kinds of those around him, he hadn't any friends left to try with.
by now he's worked half the label off of the bottle of wine, still uncorked but now tucked into the circle of his crossed legs. ]
How, um. How've you been?