When It Rains, It Pours // Alone Together
As they walked- well, he wasnât really doing the majority of the walking, Timon glanced to the side at his friend, listening as he spoke. There was something about the way Paul spoke, they way he held himself and kept pushing forward. There was a word for that, too, and that word was brave. He had noticed before- how could he not? The boy had been through thick and thin, and had carried himself through all of it. Entirely alone. That was what had drawn them together, after all. Their shared experience in having been their own support- their only support.Â
But there was a difference between the two of them, and there always had been. He would never say it aloud, but in truth, Timon was a coward. When had he ever faced something instead of running away? Paul wasnât like that, though. Paul was strong and brave, and right then, he had put his own life at risk just to help him. That was a kind of selflessness that Timon knew he could never match, and it made him wonder what he had ever done to deserve someone like Paul.Â
âYeah, youâve got it, buddy,â he gripped his wand in his right hand, turning away to keep an eye out for more enemies. âYou were really somethinâ back there, you know that?â he asked after a brief pause, a small smile on his face. âThey didnât even stand a chance. You just came bookinâ it out of the blue, like a rogue steamroller! Oh, boy, was that a sight,â he managed a weak chuckle, looking back at his friend. âYouâre a real hero, pal.â
