“Don’t ever change.” [nyehaw]
{ 3 // accepting! // @nyehaw }
*[It’s spoken so softly between them, so earnestly, that for a moment Exhaust forgets to disagree. He forgets all of his flaws that usually come to mind at the proverbial snap of a finger, and the doubts that always come crawling at the drop of a hat; couldn’t find the phrasing to voice them, even if he remembered. He’s staring into Woody’s eyes, searching perhaps for some glimmer of unsteadiness or deceit even though he’s certain he won’t find any. The skeleton has come to learn, after all, that this cowboy doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean.]
*[Slowly, a mild grin blooms over his face; sockets squint, slightly, to match. Seeing through those rose colored glasses, now, but the imagery doesn’t change. Exhaust’s cheekbones are tinged a mute orange, like watered down paint as it backgrounds those freckles dusted over his visage.]
*[A quiet little laugh, nervous, still barred from the proper words to say. A thank you comes to mind, as does the usual protest– but neither feels right, and to turn this into something he could joke away feels wrong, too.]
*[He’s really choking out here, fellas. Slowly growing increasingly more embarrassed, the longer he scrambles for a reply.]
* “ nnnyeh– if ya say so. ”
*[It’s all he manages. But from the look he wears, it seems like the taller really took that to “heart.” Like even now, he’s thinking it over and internalizing it. Believing in it. He’s not sure what Woody sees in him, but Exhaust truly hopes that it won’t disappear from sight anytime soon. This sensation, the healing warmth spreading through him…he’s sure he’d miss it, if it were gone.]
* “ …don’t you go changin’, either. ”
*[Reaching for the other’s hand, and holding it gently…he definitely likes things as they are, now. He wouldn’t change a single bit of this.]
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