Piccolo tilted his head some and his antennae twitched as he thought about the question and the answer he would give. Whis hadn’t put any emphasis on any words so there was so much it could be meaning.
Do you love anyone? As if questioning if he even had the ability to love another being. Does he love those he considers family or was he just as bad as his Sire had once been with no love or compassion for anyone or anything ever? He knew that that was not true, that he did care, and he cared deeply. But Piccolo doubted that this is what Whis was getting at so he dismissed that train of thought.
Do you love anyone? Him specifically. Does he, Piccolo, love others? Dismissing all consideration of who his Sire might be in this case and there was more chance of this being Whis’ inclination than the previous. But Whis knew him in a way no others had and he knew past hurts had been there over silly thoughts of love. Whis knew he could indeed love so this was nearly as silly as the first.
Do you love anyone? Love could mean many things from friendships to relationships to familial bondings. If Whis were to be asking him this then it would be in the fashion of asking ig he loved Gohan or Goku and all of their mutual acquaintances. Whis should know by now that he did love them all.
Do you love anyone? Ah, this was more like the question he would expect of the angel and he smiled as he thought it over. Yes and no. He loved someone, not just anyone. As his antennae bobbed he looked further into Whis’ eyes with his own beady black ones and smiled further.
“No.” His words rumbled out of him and he reached out before hesitating then he lightly touched the Angel’s cheek. “I don’t love anyone, I love just you in the sense I think you are asking.”
A faint intake of air at the Namekian’s first response, an unexpected word that would have surprised (and perhaps even hurt) him had Piccolo not continued. For the briefest of seconds, with that ‘no’ and the smile, Whis had almost believed he’d been lied to, played with in a way that he was certain most mortals would say he had coming to him, given his own usual demeanor.
Instead, he found something quite gratifying about hearing that certain phrase aloud like that, a warm twinge he thought he perhaps shouldn’t have put this amount of care into. He gave Piccolo a cool smile of his own.
Whis let his gaze settle on the dark fuzzy spot below his eye, where Piccolo’s hand rested. If he were anyone else, he might look rather bashful with his eyes averted like this. After a long moment, he closed his eyes.
“And if I’m asking in a different sense?”
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