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❝ there is nothing within me, i suppose, other than light, other than love. there is nothing else worth speaking of, anyway. what else are we supposed to give each other between the slow passage of time, except our own? except each others’? ❞
HISTORY. CONNECTIONS. PINTEREST.
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“Uh, Mr. O’Connell?” Matteo asks, lightly rapping his bandaged knuckle on the open door. Normal classes had finished for the day, which he was thankful for. He didn’t want to have to deal with the business of the hallways during class changes, or worry about interrupting class or causing delays. “Mr. Acosta said that he spoke to you? About these” He held up one of his bandaged arms; the other hanging by his side-it hurt too much to try and maneuver it. They aren’t exactly perfectly, or prettily, done, but everything is covered and taped together properly. “He told me to stop by so…” Matteo trailed off, entering the room properly; but still hanging by the door in case it wasn’t a good time.
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"What seems to be the—” Will’s eyes bug out at the look on his arm and he hurries him into the room. No one’s going to be using it for a while and he doesn’t want to move him to the infirmary just in case the injuries were too severe. Helping him to a chair, Will sits next to him with a worried look on his face as he looks over his injuries. Burnt, but it looks like there’s no pain. This is worse, he fears and he holds the more injured hand, trying to center himself and focus on it healing.
He’d heard that the kid was in bad shape after Danger Room training, but he didn’t realize how bad. “Alright. Can you walk me through it? Do you feel anything on this arm, kid?”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. )
“that’s what i’m here for,” he jokes, albeit not entirely. jack has never been the helpful type, particularly when it comes to… well, how many times can he say he’s been in this situation, really? “i don’t know. i wasn’t exactly thinking about worst case scenarios, then. i’d have to really consider it.” of course, not for long. the worst case scenario is jack soaking up ever shred of life essence will had to give, panicking and leaving his cooling body for someone else to find. but he at least has the tact, he thinks, to keep that to himself.
"Well, thank God for that. At least I got your mind off worst-case scenarios,” he says, laughing a little. He feels red again, the embarrassment of the moment coming to mind as he tries to get a handle on his emotions. Even as Jack jokes, the excitement still gives way to some anxiety. Things are getting good now, and when it gets good, Will always figures that the world is simply looking for a way to get his mood down. “That said, if I embarrass myself in front of the guests? I hope you don’t laugh. Or I hope I don’t embarrass you too much. I’d much rather brain myself on the grill than shove my foot down my throat.”
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“I heard from Dr. Torres that you, uh—you worked well with mutants and I mean, he thought maybe you could help more than he did so. I’m here. I’ve—I don’t know what to say, really. You saw what he got.”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. )
Riley smiles, a small alright leaving his lips, he really feel excited about meeting Gabby, he is sure that she will be a joy to be around and Riley is more than happy to provide some fun, if not only to make Will’s job easier - a tired kid is a happy kid most of the time.
However, Will’s next comment only earns him a very blushing Riley. He has been considering marriage for the longest time and yet, he had never thought of kids, they had never discussed it and yet, he wasn’t against that idea. “Oh- hum… yes, that would be nice, of course if Levi wants that too” he shuts up and laughs at himself “God, Will, why did you have to give me this idea?”
"Hey, I’m just saying.” Personally, Will is eager to embarrass him, just by virtue of being his wide-eyed and romantic with Levi. It’s so refreshing to see young love, and Will isn’t going to be someone who’s not going to be their embarrassing older friend; that’s basically fifty percent of his job! He’s going to have to talk to Levi and Gabby and maybe babysit them depending, but this is going to be good.
Will pats his arm and grins. “If you ever need practice. And I do mean if you ever need practice.” He doesn’t know if Riley’s ever considering the thought of marriage and kids and a white picket fence and all, but he knows that he at least has some tips on what not to do. “Besides, I feel you two are going to do great.”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. )
for once in his life, jack sports a wide grin—and while uncharacteristic, the expression is genuine, if brought about by amusement. he’s never quite understood the point of having friends before, but… maybe it’s time to start. and will, it seems, is a better start than most. “a little of both, i think,” he teases gently; “but i wouldn’t really call it worse, either. it was better than i thought it was going to be, at any rate.”
"Oh, that helps, Jack.” Teasing him back, he bumps him, rolling his eyes. It was this comfort that keeps him going, the easy rapport that they managed to build themselves, against Jack’s prickliness and Will’s own eagerness to please. Even if they did build it in the Veil. That was... going to be one hell of a story one day. It already is, he supposes. “What was the worst case scenario then? I slip on lube and brain myself on the bed?”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. )
“a month?” jack’s brows shoot up in surprise. he’s never bought a house himself, but that seems relatively fast. then again, how much time does it take to pack up an apartment’s worth of items? “you have every reason to be excited,” he continues, a breath of laughter escaping him. while not one for hugs… “i guess we’ve done worse than hug, haven’t we?”
Speechless and red, Will laughs at the reminder. “I wasn’t—I mean you—” His tongue ties itself into little knots, trying to run over whatever memory he has of that night at the Veil. “Asshole.” Will wraps him in a hug, tight in a moment, then relenting as he releases him. “Hey, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t call what we did worse, would you? I mean... you did seem pretty happy, or was that just you turning my brain into goop?”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. )
while not one for explosions of excitement, jack does manage a decent smile. who would have thought he could feel happy for someone else? “i’m glad to hear that, will. when are you two moving in?”
"Just ‘round a month. Less, if we ever pack well enough, but I’m shooting for November. We have the basics, and I’m just so goddamn excited.” A step up. A sizable step up. Tucking the Polaroid in his pocket, he grins and simply clenches his hands. “God, I wanna hug you right now! I feel like i drank a gallon of coffee!”
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( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫. )
The beer Will orders is a bit of a surprise, but Royal sure isn’t about to say anything. Far be it from him to question anybody’s drink preference, really. He definitely appreciates that it’s not exactly a pricey drink, too. But –
“I did agree to pay though, and I’m a man of my word!” He lets mock-indignation creep into the second half of that, but he can’t help the laugh that follows. The wink is entirely by choice though. Is he being too flirty? Nah. Especially if that little pat on the shoulder is anything to go by. Hm – the feeling of Will’s touch lingers, although his hand doesn’t. Royal takes a drink to hide the smile that pulls the corners up the corners of his mouth.
“No worries man, I didn’t invite you out here so we could sit here in silence at the bar,” he laughs. “I hate to say it but yours is without a doubt the worst car I’ve seen, There’s this one bike, though. Now that thing,” he gestures emphatically, “that’s a real bucket of bolts.” Royal chuckles and shakes his head. “It’s a miracle that thing hasn’t just disintegrated.”
“She was actually in again this week. I keep trying to get her to let me really restore it, but it was her mom’s bike and she doesn’t want me to change anything.” He sighs, then waves one hand as if to shoo away the serious topic. “That’s enough about my job though. How have you been?” Royal leans forward a little, smiling jovially and eager to listen.
The worst car he’s ever seen. Well, at least he’s got an award for something. He can’t help but turn red and laugh at that, as if he was the only man that had bought a clunker in his whole life. He drinks, a quick swig that has a quarter of the bottle down as he feels the embarrassment come on and he looks away for a moment. “I got it for a good deal! I mean, you get divorced with a newborn and then try to find a nice car!” Will forgets himself and laughs, the wounds of that healed over a long time. “I’ll take what I can get.”
He regales his tale about the bike, eyes steady as he talks about his job and nodding. Attentive and drinking and wondering how exactly it was worse than his clunker of a car. “I mean I’d trust you. Honestly? If I knew how to restore that damn car of mine, I’d do it. Costs more than it’s worth!”
At the question, he simply shrugs. “I had to get a pile of essays about American history. Mostly the Great Depression, so I’m going to have to grade a lot of the papers,” he says, taking another swig. “God, I love the kids, but the grading I could do without.”
Will sees him lean forward and he doesn’t move back, simply taking it as him paying attention to his complaints. His stories. It’s a good time, all around. “Wanna trade jobs? Don’t know if the shop’ll be standing after I’m done, but—” He beams at him, all happiness and guileless wonder. “I’ll give it the good old college try eh, Royal?”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐜𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧. )
He can concur. The love. The sentiment. Will doesn’t know what else to do except buckle against the lot of them; love is a powerful weapon in the hands of those who know how to hold it, and Will was never one to learn to put defenses up well. Maybe he ought to learn now. Not yet, though. Not yet.
WILL: Ah, the dreaded waterslide. WILL: Gabby’s been asking if I could get her one. Maybe this’ll make her forget. WILL: Or seal my doom. Who knows.
There’s nothing he can say to evade it, so he lets out a sigh, long and dramatic before acquiescing. She wore him down. All he has to do now is to face the music, and boy oh boy was that music loudly proclaiming his inevitable heartbreak. Probably.
WILL: I’ll be there with Gabby. I’ll try to help set up. I insist. WILL: And yes, I will make sure that none of them get to the presents.
There’s a pause there, as Will simply doesn’t know what to say next. The conversation is a balm to the soul and a hot poker to his ribs all at the same time.
WILL: Thank you. I might forget if I didn’t say— WILL: Thanks for inviting me. Still.
Will confirms that he and Gabby will be at the party and it can’t be helped– Cyra’s smile touches her eyes and seeps into her voice.
CYRA: Wonderful! Will, that’s wonderful. We’ll need all the help we can get. CYRA: And if you come early enough, you can help me make the mimosas for the adults.
Just like Will had been, for a moment she’s simply quiet. She nods at Will’s thanks, forgetting for thick moment that he can’t see it. Cyra resists the urge to clear her throat before speaking again, afraid it would be taken the wrong way. The smile– the joy– still obvious in her tone.
CYRA: I’ll tell you the day of too, but.. CYRA: Thank you for coming. I really can’t wait to see the both of you. CYRA: And I know Santi feels the same.
It’s a start, she thinks. To rebuilding and fixing whatever had happened between them. Not a cure-all, but. A start.
END.
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. )
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“back again, huh?” he sidles into the seat beside him, this time more comfortably. “at least you look like you’re doing a little better.”
"Well, I mean. I should.” He produces a photocopy, a deed of sale and a good picture of him, Gabby and the realtor. “I got the house!”
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫. )
That did relax him a little, sometimes the unexpected nature of most kids Riley knew was what he loved the most about them, however even he had to accept that in some situations that could bring some problems. But he knew Will was a good father and he knew that Gabby most be an incredible understanding kid too.
“I will talk to him of course, there is no one more careful than Levi” and that was true, even during the summer he still covered himself, even if that meant being uncomfortable he always wanted to keep other safe.
“The arcade sounds absolutely awesome, but I also wouldn’t be opposed to a night in, maybe you should ask Gabby what she wants to do and let her choose?”
"I’ll set a date, then. Gabby’s been itching to go out, so you know, ” he says, shaking his head. Ah, his own personal Tesla coil. She’s grown bored of things only a kid can be, and Will is only too happy to oblige her. It’ll be a while, trying to talk to her about touching Levi and how bad it can be, but she’ll behave. He’s going to have to impress upon her the seriousness of the situation, at least. She’s always been good at listening when it counted.
He pats his shoulder and grins again. “Who knows, maybe this’ll be good practice for the both of you, huh?” There’s a waggle of his eyebrows and a shark-like grin on his face. Will means babysitting, of course, and an extra set of hands to help him out taking care of Gabby’s certainly something he won’t shy away from.
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫. )
When Will gestures for a hug, Royal flings his arms around him and thumps him gently on the back. Gotta keep at least a little plausible deniability. It’s hard to miss the blush on Will’s face as they separate though, so that may or may not be working.
“I’m glad to be here,” he says with an honest smile. Royal bumps his leather-clad shoulder against Will’s and indicates the door of the bar. “First round’s on me, mutant’s honor. So, what’s your poison? You strike me as a guy who likes some of the stronger stuff, but correct me if I’m wrong.”
Inside, he steers them towards the bar and snags two empty stools. A quiet wave for the bartender’s attention is all it takes. “A glass of whiskey for me, please, and whatever this gentleman’s having.” Royal indicates Will with a casual nod and gestures for him to go ahead and order.
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Even if it is a mutant bar, he doesn’t want to look bad in front of the mechanic who he’s trying to befriend. Because of course Will ordering eighty proof shots wasn’t exactly the best first impression, he takes a long time thinking about it before just settling on a reasonably priced beer. God. He looks so uncool. He should get a whiskey or something, try to not look like a dad. Or a high school kid.
“Hey, don’t go breaking the bank on my account there,” he says, laughing a little. Thankfully, there’s an alright beer there, one that he drinks before he says something stupid. It would be just like him to do so, anyway. His mouth is always working against him, it almost feels like a bit of a coup. “I’m not switching mechanics! Besides, you’re the best one I’ve ever gotten.”
There’s a brief flash of the series of events that had Will and Royal meet before he shakes his head. “So, before I talk your ear off, I gotta ask, what’s up with you, big guy?“ He pats his shoulder, wanting to go for a grab, but just bailing at the last second. Smooth. Real smooth. “Any other clunkers like mine or do I have the worst one in New York?”
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Dare almost doesn’t register the blush and when she does, she chalks it up to a combination of amusement and effort. Will’s always been prone to flushed cheeks; it’s cute and it’s familiar and she thinks nothing of it as she bumps him back, communicating as much through touch as she has with words. It’s still me. This doesn’t have to change anything. You deserve to be happy. Let me give you that. All the things Dare can’t say out loud because she doesn’t know if Will is ready to hear them.
“You think I’d let you crash? What kind of date would that make me, huh?” She laughs, then reaches past him to set her water bottle down. “You can pick me up but I’m paying for skates and ice cream, no arguments.” Dare picks up the focus mitts and slips them back on, then beckons Will back onto the mat with an oversized wave and a grin. “Right now though, you should run that drill with me a few more times.”
He knows when he’s beat on the argument, and raises his hands with a grin on his face. “Hey! It’s not a knock on you, I’m just a hopeless klutz with a healing factor,” Will says, “Probably a miracle I haven’t tripped over something while we talked.” It was a miracle he got into football, with his whole disposition, and even as he grew into adulthood, he had never thought that aside from dancing, his coordination would get any better.
Stretching, Will rolls his shoulders back at the suggestion that he should run that drill with her again. “You got it, Coach.” He doesn’t know what else to do now. With that space shifting, it’s easier to focus on something that the two of them can do together. Dare and Will. Will and Dare. He doesn’t know how to deal with new definitions, but it’s something he’ll have to learn how to do. “Just go real easy on me. I think my arm’s still sore.”
END.
( 𝐟𝐭. 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧. )
His arms out, and all that kindness—Will doesn’t know what to do. He rushes into his arms for a hug, tight enough to matter. “God. Santi.” There are tears, of course, and the weight of a couple of orders of takeout in his hand. Forgiveness is mundanity, and yet the world spins right now on the axis of their shared embrace. There are moments Will can never know, nor can he understand, and this is one of them. He’ll do better. He has to. “You’re too good to me,” he says, his voice choked with tears. With relief. “I’m—”
Sorry, he’s sorry. He’s always sorry. “God. Santi. Thank you,” he says, still holding him. “I don’t know—I’ll make it up to you. Somehow.”
Unlike before when Will pulled away, this time he’s quick to close the distance, and Santi is just as quick to wrap his arms around him in return. Tucking Will’s shoulder under his chin, Santi closes his eyes and lets out a soft sigh, squeezing him firmly. Reassuringly, he hopes.
‘I’ll make it up to you.’ Santiago considers telling Will he doesn’t have to, but this is Will. Of course he has to. So even though he shakes his head, he says, “I know you will. I’m not worried about that.” Pulling away just enough to be able to see him, Santi grasps Will’s broad shoulders and smiles. “It’ll be okay, Will. I know it will. And anything I can do to make sure it is… you just let me know. Okay?”
END.