Afton

[w-j-afton]

📞 Thank you for calling Fazbear Entertainment! William Afton speaking. How can I help?

William is @anominous-ominous' past self, circa 1984. He runs Fredbear's Family Diner alongside Henry Emily, is a father to three kids—Michael, Eve, and Bethe—and is married to @clareta-a. He is extremely passionate about his animatronics and his performances. He is theatrical, often melodramatic, and charismatic. He is also sometimes awkward when he's nervous.

Interaction Prompt: Faz Ent. is hiring!

A Melody Misplaced, a fic that is @anominous-ominous 's backstory. This blog takes place before the events of the story, however.

Other lore and info:

He does not mirror the canon FNAF William character in the same way that Anominous does not. So please don't expect things to match up with FNAF lore very much.

In this timeline, MCI will not occur; He has not and will not kill children. The same is true about Charlie Emily. (However, this is not a "nobody dies" AU...)

He is not aware of the multiverse. (Yet, that is.)

He and Henry are what you may call toxic yaoi. (Who is surprised?)

He is an egg. (Transgender, but unaware of that.)

Tags:

#📞 Afton receives — Answered asks

#🐇 Afton speaks — In character posts other than asks

#💾 Mod speaks — Out of character posts

Admin/Mod: @raindropssys

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

You don't hafta do anything for me, Will.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[dispatch-fazent]

....some water, maybe..?

[w-j-afton]

Of course.

[He goes to pour him a glass and hands it to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Thank you.

[w-j-afton]

You're welcome.

I, er.. hope you're not still mad.

[dispatch-fazent]

Mad at what?

[w-j-afton]

..Me.

[dispatch-fazent]

…no.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. Good. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

Trust me, you’d know if i was mad at you.

[w-j-afton]

Hm.

Wilson said you liked me.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

You don't hafta do anything for me, Will.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[dispatch-fazent]

....some water, maybe..?

[w-j-afton]

Of course.

[He goes to pour him a glass and hands it to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Thank you.

[w-j-afton]

You're welcome.

I, er.. hope you're not still mad.

[dispatch-fazent]

Mad at what?

[w-j-afton]

..Me.

[dispatch-fazent]

…no.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. Good. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

You don't hafta do anything for me, Will.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[dispatch-fazent]

....some water, maybe..?

[w-j-afton]

Of course.

[He goes to pour him a glass and hands it to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Thank you.

[w-j-afton]

You're welcome.

I, er.. hope you're not still mad.

[dispatch-fazent]

Mad at what?

[w-j-afton]

..Me.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

You don't hafta do anything for me, Will.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[dispatch-fazent]

....some water, maybe..?

[w-j-afton]

Of course.

[He goes to pour him a glass and hands it to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Thank you.

[w-j-afton]

You're welcome.

I, er.. hope you're not still mad.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

You don't hafta do anything for me, Will.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[dispatch-fazent]

....some water, maybe..?

[w-j-afton]

Of course.

[He goes to pour him a glass and hands it to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

You don't hafta do anything for me, Will.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hangover. But.. I'm alright.

[w-j-afton]

[He reaches out an arm toward his shoulder but pulls back.]

Is there anything I can get for you?

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey, Andy?

–@w-j-afton

Mm..? What?

[w-j-afton]

Are you feeling any better?

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs and walks away*

he's just cranky, dont take it personally.

[w-j-afton]

[His smirk falters as Andy leaves.]

Right. [He nods.]

[dispatch-fazent]

he likes you, i promise.

[w-j-afton]

When he's drunk, maybe.

[dispatch-fazent]

He likes you when he isn’t drunk too.

[w-j-afton]

How do you know?..

[dispatch-fazent]

He’s my husband, he’s just grumpy in the mornings.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[He swirls around his own cup of water.]

He... he got pretty upset with me before, last night. I think he- mmh, he thought we had-

[He clears his throat.]

I just hope that my presence does not cause further problems.

[dispatch-fazent]

No problems with me, i can assure you.

[w-j-afton]

That's good to hear.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles back.]

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs and walks away*

he's just cranky, dont take it personally.

[w-j-afton]

[His smirk falters as Andy leaves.]

Right. [He nods.]

[dispatch-fazent]

he likes you, i promise.

[w-j-afton]

When he's drunk, maybe.

[dispatch-fazent]

He likes you when he isn’t drunk too.

[w-j-afton]

How do you know?..

[dispatch-fazent]

He’s my husband, he’s just grumpy in the mornings.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[He swirls around his own cup of water.]

He... he got pretty upset with me before, last night. I think he- mmh, he thought we had-

[He clears his throat.]

I just hope that my presence does not cause further problems.

[dispatch-fazent]

No problems with me, i can assure you.

[w-j-afton]

That's good to hear.

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs and walks away*

he's just cranky, dont take it personally.

[w-j-afton]

[His smirk falters as Andy leaves.]

Right. [He nods.]

[dispatch-fazent]

he likes you, i promise.

[w-j-afton]

When he's drunk, maybe.

[dispatch-fazent]

He likes you when he isn’t drunk too.

[w-j-afton]

How do you know?..

[dispatch-fazent]

He’s my husband, he’s just grumpy in the mornings.

[w-j-afton]

Oh.

[He swirls around his own cup of water.]

He... he got pretty upset with me before, last night. I think he- mmh, he thought we had-

[He clears his throat.]

I just hope that my presence does not cause further problems.

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs and walks away*

he's just cranky, dont take it personally.

[w-j-afton]

[His smirk falters as Andy leaves.]

Right. [He nods.]

[dispatch-fazent]

he likes you, i promise.

[w-j-afton]

When he's drunk, maybe.

[dispatch-fazent]

He likes you when he isn’t drunk too.

[w-j-afton]

How do you know?..

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs and walks away*

he's just cranky, dont take it personally.

[w-j-afton]

[His smirk falters as Andy leaves.]

Right. [He nods.]

[dispatch-fazent]

he likes you, i promise.

[w-j-afton]

When he's drunk, maybe.

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs and walks away*

he's just cranky, dont take it personally.

[w-j-afton]

[His smirk falters as Andy leaves.]

Right. [He nods.]

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..

[dispatch-fazent]

quiet..

[w-j-afton]

Tsk, aw.

[w-j-afton]

*someone nudges him*

Hmmm?

[dispatch-fazent]

Good mornin'.

[w-j-afton]

Ha- Hi.

[dispatch-fazent]

You two gonna get up or no? It's already afternoon.

[w-j-afton]

Oh... it is?

[He slowly sits up.]

Haven't slept in in a while.

[dispatch-fazent]

I made some lunch if you want any. Rice and vegetables.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He lightly shakes Andy.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Andy stirs, but curls up and grumbles. Wilson goes over to him and picks him up bridal style; he stays asleep, head resting on Wilson's shoulder.*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles.]

Cute..

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson grins*

I know, right?

[w-j-afton]

Aheh..

[He looks away and stands up.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson exits the room*

[w-j-afton]

[He follows him.]

Did, uh, did you sleep well?

[dispatch-fazent]

Oh, yes, yes, I did. Did you?

*he lays andy down on the couch in the living room*

[w-j-afton]

I think so, yes.

Thank you for cooking.

[dispatch-fazent]

Of course, of course.

*he nudges Andy*

ey. c'mon.

[w-j-afton]

I bet he's going to be real hungover.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He sighs*

probably.

[w-j-afton]

Is he.. Does he flirt with everyone regardless of, erm..

[dispatch-fazent]

Regardless of...?

[w-j-afton]

...Attraction.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, I'm sure if he think you're pretty and he's drunk enough he'll go for any guy he sees.

[w-j-afton]

Right. Heh.

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson gently tugs andy's hair, causing a louder grumble*

Get up, damn you.

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*He rolls his eyes and steps away*

I'll go get you some food.

[w-j-afton]

Oh, thank you.

[He sits at the table, arm shaking.]

Mrg.. blasted-

[He tries to hold his arm still with his other hand.]

[dispatch-fazent]

You alright?

[w-j-afton]

I-I'm fine.

[dispatch-fazent]

Hey now, don't lie

[w-j-afton]

I'm sorry.

[dispatch-fazent]

It's alright, just.. tell me whats wrong.

[w-j-afton]

I don't know.

[dispatch-fazent]

You in pain?

[w-j-afton]

Not really. Not much.

[dispatch-fazent]

Not much is still some.

[w-j-afton]

Oh. S-s-

[He stares at the table.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back*

...need me to get anything?

[w-j-afton]

Uh...

[He pauses for a long while.]

No.

[dispatch-fazent]

...well, don't hesitate to ask.

[w-j-afton]

[He looks back up.]

Thank you.

I-I apologize for.. acting strange.

[dispatch-fazent]

Don't worry about it, Will.

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles before hiding his face and standing up.]

Please excuse me.

[He walks out to the living room.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*Wilson stays in the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

Get a hold of yourself.

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up. Get out of my head.

[dispatch-fazent]

*andy still lays passed out on the couch*

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a few deep breaths before returning to the kitchen.]

[dispatch-fazent]

….good?

[w-j-afton]

Y- No.

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment he nods*

Okay. That.. that's alright.

[w-j-afton]

Okay.

[dispatch-fazent]

You wanna sit down and talk about it?

[w-j-afton]

If.. If that's alright with you.

[dispatch-fazent]

'Course. Better than bottlin' it all up

[w-j-afton]

[He takes a shaky breath.]

Going against what Henry's told me... I-it feels like he's watching me. Like every moment, he's there. He.. he shouldn't have this much power over me.

I know he's wrong. I know he's pulling my strings. But a part of me can't let that go. Let him go.

[dispatch-fazent]

*He nods*

I get that.. but hey, he's not here, you're allowed to relax. And if he does show up? Well, I'm sure Andy could kick his ass.

[w-j-afton]

[He snorts.]

Thank you.

...You make me feel safe. But that's.. unfamiliar. With a man, that is. My wife is lovely. I.. should have listened to her from the beginning about Henry.

I think you're right. I really need to relax.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his shoulder*

[w-j-afton]

[He smiles shyly.]

[dispatch-fazent]

What's your wife like?

[w-j-afton]

Very kind. Optimistic. She's a seamstress. She even made me a dr-.. garment. I love all her handmade clothing.

We used to be in theatre together, back in uni. I fell in love with her on the stage, I think.

She's the reason I love purple. And flowers. So many flowers. [He chuckles.] Oh, she's just wonderful.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he smiles*

she sounds lovely. made you a dress, you said?

[w-j-afton]

[He blushes.]

Well- yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

Purple, I assume?

[w-j-afton]

[He nods.]

She.. she called me "bonita."

[dispatch-fazent]

*he chuckles*

I'm sure you were.

[w-j-afton]

[He covers his face smiling.]

[dispatch-fazent]

See? Adorable

[w-j-afton]

Aha- Pffbbh- Ahehehe..

[dispatch-fazent]

*he pats his back again, grinning*

[w-j-afton]

[He looks up at him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

Well. I should probably wake my husband up, shouldn't I?

[w-j-afton]

Oh, right, yes.

[dispatch-fazent]

*he leaves the kitchen*

[w-j-afton]

[He goes to pour a glass of water.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*After a moment Wilson comes back with Andy trailing behind him, very tired*

[w-j-afton]

Andy. Good morning.

[He hands the glass to him.]

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmh? thanks..

[w-j-afton]

Of course. How are you feeling?

[dispatch-fazent]

exhausted...

[w-j-afton]

Yeah, heh.. Take it easy, dear.

[dispatch-fazent]

ohh, he's makin sure i do

[w-j-afton]

Heheh.

I think I will, too.

[dispatch-fazent]

mmmhm...

[w-j-afton]

You're quite cute when you're tired.

[dispatch-fazent]

oh, shut up..

*his face is noticeably redder*

[w-j-afton]

[He chuckles and tilts his head.]

[dispatch-fazent]

*he sips the water, looking away*

[w-j-afton]

So grumpy..