CONDOLENCE - wedler

chapter sixteen

tw/cw: slight mentions of wound and hurting oneself again.

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once wednesday had taken some time to calm herself again she went to find tyler. she wanted to help him with picking out a creative hobby and to watch him and make sure he wouldn't hurt himself again. she was concerned about that.

she found him in his room, where he seemed to be most of the time. she noticed he was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. before she moved further into the room she paused for a moment, listening to check to see if he was crying or not.

he wasn't but when she moved to sit on the bed she saw the shimmer of a couple tears fall down his cheeks as he let out a breath. his eyes were closed. she stared at him for a moment in silence, taking in his features and again noticing the signs that he wasn't doing so well mentally. bags under his eyes, messy hair, the wound on his arm. she hated seeing him like this.

she kept her eyes on his face as she finally spoke. "hey," she started softly, trying not to scare him too badly but failing.

his eyes shot open as he jumped, turning his head to look up at her as he muttered, "jesus christ wednesday." he was obviously embarrassed as he quickly moved to wipe his tears but she stopped him, gently wiping them for him instead.

"you don't have to be embarrassed," she let him know. she didn't want him to feel like he couldn't cry or show his emotions in front of her. she knew that he knew she wasn't a fan of those things but tyler needed to let them out, he was burdened with too many negative feelings and memories to be expected to keep them all bottled in. she understood that.

he smiled a little bit at her as he sniffled and nodded, "i know you don't like weakness and emotion though."

she had finished wiping his tears and brought her hand back to her side, "you have a reason to. you shouldn't keep it all in."

he sighed, "i just wish i could forget it even happened. i wish my life could go back to how it had been before thornhill unlocked the hyde."

wednesday nodded in understanding, "i know. we'll do our best to make things better for you. starting with you picking a creative hobby." she didn't want to take too long to get to her point of why she was there. and it would be better the sooner they figured this out anyways, so he could start using it soon.

tyler groaned.

she gave him a scolding sort of glare, "it's important."

he sighed again and brought a hand up to run it through his tangled curls that he hadn't been bothered to brush, "i know. i just don't know where to start."

"would you like to take out your emotions in a more calm or violent manner?" she asked nonchalantly.

tyler knew better than to question it and that it would actually help her to help him. he shrugged, "it depends on the day."

"well, for violently i suggest painting, for calmly, i suggest writing. there's also the option to go out and tear up stuff if you need to get anger out. take it out on something like a tree, rather than yourself," she explained. there were endless options of hobbies but those were her suggestions of the ones she knew. as long as he would take his anger out on something, whether in a hobby or out in nature, instead of himself. that's what mattered, that he wouldn't do anymore harm to himself.