he could force out some P R E T E N C E , a lie that he wasn’t because maybe that would take away the scary parts of it: the tidbits that made everything seem more REAL or like it was simply pulling away some veil from something that was there and certainly known internally but wasn’t necessarily a consistent topic of conversation because it didn’t need to be. Too many people seemed to leap too fast or force things, in the end, he was just glad they weren’t like that — neither of them needed things to be written in stone (maybe in some ways that’s what made what they hard more comfortable). “ am I — yeah, I think so… ” he wanted to argue that he was almost certain it was fine, that perhaps it was more the shock of how it happened rather than the situation but he was certain his face showed a sort of F E A R that his mind hadn’t connected entirely with. “ I just haven’t done the whole family thing before, ever really and it’s new but I don’t think my fear of it is a bad thing, ” he added with a brief smile, some positive notion because being afraid simply meant he cared enough about it: about not screwing it up or of just giving himself the space to have something he hadn’t really believed he’d wanted before. It had ALWAYS been easier to just be that person that floated in and out of living but it took whatever this was to open his eyes: to reveal that easy wasn’t always the best option.
“ so…yeah, I’m good with it. it’s okay, ” something sincere and warm about that notion of confirmation, even being sure to squeeze the other’s leg in some reassuring attempt to pull him into the idea that he really meant his words: that ultimately he was being as TRANSPARENT as a person could be ( he was even referring to himself as a person in his thoughts. that was new ). “ you’re kinda one of the few decent things in my life; I’d accept you however you came and whoever you came with. ” and maybe kids were just a weird thing for him, something that he’d always stayed far away from because he couldn’t have his own and daddy dearests whole big game was about reproduction but this was different. It wasn’t about him or his trauma and as far as kids went, Will seemed pretty GREAT.
a sort of smile crosses his lips. it’s one filled with amusement and admiration. his eyes lighten. “are you sure?” wyatt wonders, inching closer to the man. he’s not sure how it happened but even before this change in himself, he looked at ryan and saw something so... amazing. worth acknowledging. he sees it now though he doesn’t know what it is. he sort of saw it in will once but there was something else when it came to will, just as there’s something else when it comes to ryan. his fingers just ITCH to pull him closer, to explore whatever areas they haven’t already covered like some deep sea exploration. his mouth tingles with some NEED to chase whatever plagues him away with a kiss. wyatt’s hands start at ryan’s, rubbing circles in the tender flesh of his palms before sliding to his wrists with a tickle. he wants. he’s needy. he’s greedy. HE WANTS TO CRUSH THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD ONE SOUL AT A TIME -- but there are still a few people that he teeters for. ryan being one. “in that case, i guess meeting the rest of them shouldn’t be a thing for a while.” a deep chuckle comes out, clearly teasing, but there’s a slight selfish motivation behind his words. he’s done this before, finding people he doesn’t want his family to get their paws on. he knows ryan’s different, not like will, but close enough. HE KNOWS THAT HIS PEOPLE DON’T FIT WITH THE HALLIWELLS.
still, he loves them anyways. if it keeps them safe, he’d keep them away forever even if it’s just a fear that the halliwells wouldn’t accept him instead. his choices are... a choice.
there’s a warmth spreading in his cheeks, blazing dangerously close to the tips of his ears. “if there’s one thing will has taught me, it’s that family is more than blood.” more so, more than anything else too. wyatt leans in like he’s going to kiss him but rather brushes his nose against ryan’s instead. lips brush together just slightly. “i see you, ryan.” he whispers. if it’s not already evident, wyatt wants to reassure him once more. there’s experience there. he hopes he’s taught will something but the truth is, will has definitely taught him things. firstly, he knows when someone has been wounded by someone in their life. he doesn’t know who to guess for ryan but he knows there was, or is, someone like jack. “i’ll never ask you for anything than this.”
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