[Wilhelm feigns a look of innocence as the woman passes them, her face set rigidly in judgement, but as soon as she's out the door, he shares a glance with Kell and laughs. Shit, it's not like they were starting a fist fight. At Kell's insistence, he pulls his purse shut and puts it back in his pocket. No protest, but there's a little sheepishness when he says:]
Thanks, Kell.
[He shadows him to the counter, watching the baker cut slices from the cakes displayed behind the counter, one with preserved peaches arranged on top and another drizzled with chocolate. It doesn't look quite like the cheesecake he's familiar with, with a flakier crust holding it all together, but he's eager to try it.
The brother comment knocks him a little off kilter, but Kell has him halfway out the door before he can form a proper response, and maybe...he doesn't have to correct random strangers of their misconceptions. It's just weird, even coming up on a year later, to be in a world where Erik never was, and nobody knows he ever existed.]
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Thanks, Kell.
[He shadows him to the counter, watching the baker cut slices from the cakes displayed behind the counter, one with preserved peaches arranged on top and another drizzled with chocolate. It doesn't look quite like the cheesecake he's familiar with, with a flakier crust holding it all together, but he's eager to try it.
The brother comment knocks him a little off kilter, but Kell has him halfway out the door before he can form a proper response, and maybe...he doesn't have to correct random strangers of their misconceptions. It's just weird, even coming up on a year later, to be in a world where Erik never was, and nobody knows he ever existed.]
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