[Iris bumps into him, but Wilhelm doesn't move either. He doesn't need more space. He likes the warm seam of their shoulders resting against each other. When he lolls his head to the side, he has a view of Iris's dark hair pooling against the pillow next to him.
As Iris trails off, Wilhelm can feel the empty space underneath what he leaves unsaid, like floorboards giving out. He wonders what kind of life his roommate had before, where he had to hide because of the power he possesses. Weren't there others like him? But if they were all complacent with tucking their power away, while Iris chafed against the rules forced on him, then...it must have been lonely anyway.
That's something he understands deep in his ribs. How nice it is, just having someone. Grinning, he nudges Iris's arm with his.]
You can make things for me whenever you want. [He rolls onto his side to face Iris, propped up on an elbow to tilt back more of the wine.] So...how has it been? Your first month here.
[A sudden sense of deja vu swings into him. Last year, he'd sat across from Kelson and asked this same question. With his arm curled around the bottle, his fingers subconsciously reach for the necklace he still has never taken off.]
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As Iris trails off, Wilhelm can feel the empty space underneath what he leaves unsaid, like floorboards giving out. He wonders what kind of life his roommate had before, where he had to hide because of the power he possesses. Weren't there others like him? But if they were all complacent with tucking their power away, while Iris chafed against the rules forced on him, then...it must have been lonely anyway.
That's something he understands deep in his ribs. How nice it is, just having someone. Grinning, he nudges Iris's arm with his.]
You can make things for me whenever you want. [He rolls onto his side to face Iris, propped up on an elbow to tilt back more of the wine.] So...how has it been? Your first month here.
[A sudden sense of deja vu swings into him. Last year, he'd sat across from Kelson and asked this same question. With his arm curled around the bottle, his fingers subconsciously reach for the necklace he still has never taken off.]