[He laughs, folding himself into the seat opposite Rhy. The chair is like if somebody decided to make lace, but they only had iron to work with.]
I should've guessed.
[Wilhelm would agree with the metaphor. If he's a fly — a small problem that's hard to get rid of — then Rhy is definitely the honey that's caught him, all golden and sweetly tempting. The thing about honey, though, is that you're so preoccupied with drinking your fill, you don't realize you're trapped until it's too late.
As he prepares a cup for himself, he measures Rhy's demeanor with more care than he does the tea or cream or sugar. He catches the dimming of his smile, the tightening at the corners of it, and knows that something is wrong. His gut, preparing for an array of possibilities, each departing farther from the scant context clues he's got, bunches into a knot.]
Of course. [Wilhelm starts to reach out, for the purpose of setting his hand reassuringly on Rhy's. But with both of his hands occupied, that leaves him with nowhere to go. He ends up just cradling his own cup instead.] So...what's on your mind?
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I should've guessed.
[Wilhelm would agree with the metaphor. If he's a fly — a small problem that's hard to get rid of — then Rhy is definitely the honey that's caught him, all golden and sweetly tempting. The thing about honey, though, is that you're so preoccupied with drinking your fill, you don't realize you're trapped until it's too late.
As he prepares a cup for himself, he measures Rhy's demeanor with more care than he does the tea or cream or sugar. He catches the dimming of his smile, the tightening at the corners of it, and knows that something is wrong. His gut, preparing for an array of possibilities, each departing farther from the scant context clues he's got, bunches into a knot.]
Of course. [Wilhelm starts to reach out, for the purpose of setting his hand reassuringly on Rhy's. But with both of his hands occupied, that leaves him with nowhere to go. He ends up just cradling his own cup instead.] So...what's on your mind?