Wyatt is very pink and Carly wants to ask if he’s okay, but mostly she just wants to GRAB HIM. She wont, and she’s not really sure what she’d do with him if she did, but she figures it’d be something along the lines of kissing him all over his sweet baby animal face. He is just the kind of person you look at and, within the first five minutes of meeting them, blurt out I LOVE YOU— and that is not Carly’s fault, that’s on him. She blinks when he invites her in, because she was NOT expecting that, and she was also distracted by his freckles.
❝ Oh my god, YEAH, I would. THANK YOU. People don’t let me in their apartments anymore, you know, because when I was like ten I tried to steal an octopus preserved in a jar from Herb down the hall. But, like, come on. What ten year old wouldn’t try to steal an OCTOPUS that is PRESERVED in a JAR?❞
She likes the way he talks. She likes how when he’s NOT talking it gives her free reign to babble, but when he IS talking she actually stops and wants to hear what he’s trying to work out ( when, typically, she just listens to other people talk in order to find a pause and interject ).
❝ Yeah, I like The Price is Right. When Drew Carey became the host it changed my life. Bob was cool but he’s so tiny and old I was always afraid he was going to literally DIE on screen. Who needs that kind of stress from their game shows, you know?❞
She squeezes past Wyatt’s cute little body to gain access to his apartment before he changes his mind, but FREEZES at the compliment because— holy shit. She has never been so happy to have a nose.
❝ Are you kidding me? Look at you! You’re so cute I want to hang myself in my closet by a BELT. It’s ridiculous. I just wanna — ❞
Carly holds her hands out in Wyatt’s direction and scrunches her fingers at him. ( SQUEEZE YOU. Those are the words she’s looking for. ) She looks around his little apartment, because she’s NOSY and wants to know if they have the same carpet and kitchen tiles, before throwing herself down in front of the television set. She stretches her legs across the couch, but makes sure her feet hang off the edge because she’s not a hoodlum, and leaves enough room for Wyatt at the end.
❝ Just let me know when you’re ready to order— don’t feel rushed. Menus from new places are scary. Like, what does anything MEAN, y’know?❞
Wyatt doesn’t remember much from his childhood anymore, but he’s not that sad about it, it’s not like it was picture perfect. Anyway, he’s sure that if he’d seen an octopus in a jar when he was that age, he’d definitely be curious enough to press his face against the glass to get a closer look, so he simply nods in agreement, because he really doesn’t know who WOULDN’T do that.
She’s funny, too, but not like she’s actually trying. He continues to be surprised by every word that comes out of her mouth. He’s never spoken to anyone like her, that’s definitely for sure. He likes it, enjoys her voice. He actually finds it to be soothing after hearing nothing but his mother’s voice, in person, for weeks. He’ll definitely be inviting Carly over more often, even if just to sit around and do nothing.
❝ the show is... loud — the lights are crazy, too. I-I - I’d prefer to just... stare at the sun. ❞
He tries to joke with her, tries to sound normal. He’s sure that’s what someone who slept in their own bed every night would say. But also he thinks that before the incident, he might’ve liked The Price Is Right. He probably enjoyed bright and loud shows like that. They excited his childlike mind, but now, it’s simply dulled.
When she returns the compliment, his cheeks get even redder and his heart even speeds up. She’s really cute, he wasn’t lying about that, but it’s more the fact that he hasn’t had much experience in this field. Though it’s not like he needs any, they’re just friends.
❝ wh — thank you, but, uh, please... don’t do that. ❞
Wyatt knows she’s joking ( at least he hopes she is ). Why on earth would anyone do that to themselves simply because someone else is cute? Her words still make him smile sweetly, though, as he pushes the door shut and slowly follows her. He even waits patiently for her to get comfortable before he sits down where her feet aren’t. He’s already enjoying their time together.
❝ — I’ll, uh, let you squeeze me... sometime then. ❞
The idea doesn’t sound terrible. He’s still not used to his mother’s touches, he sometimes even flinches, but he knows he’s going to have to get used to that again if he wants any chance of being OKAY again.
Besides... he trusts Carly already.
❝ I’m ready when y-you are, I guess. um, what’s... good ?? ❞
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