To save yourself, it's basically William trying his best not to get ahead of himself. Enjoy.
This is the 15th time William couldn't sleep. Maybe it was the forever anticipation that some gym megalord is going to be the next countess of William's dreamland or the coffee binge. Either of the two had William pink eyed, staring at the ceiling for the past hour and a half.
His phone pressed against his chest. A few minutes from now and the clattery ring tone will announce itself to the morning world. William didn't wait.
He leaves the phone on his beside table and tries to find clothes to wear for the day. His stockpile of dirty laundry raged on the far side of the room. He didn't pay it any mind and settled for a black shirt with 'Back into the future' lettering and cargo shorts. It wasn't something he would wear to a met garla. Definitely not at a parent's teacher conference, but he had no conspicuous kid, and his commissions got him $500 a month, for him to even blink in a Met garla Keenu Reeves would have to become president, so between his clothes and himself, it's safe to assume that he would be staying at home today.
That's what he told himself, his unknowingly self. He didn't get dragged this time, and no 'Gods speed' key was lost either. It was no other than Lumberjack himself, Henry. Inviting William on a pleasant day to his humble little krib.
"So you already started packing?"
"Yep." Henry says, popping the 'p'.
"You want any help?"
"No thanks, I'm about done anyways."
How did William get here. The thought of Henry just standing in the same room as him has him all tingly. Now they are going to live together, his heart might go on overdrive. Henry would touch him, and that would be the end of him.
"You alright?" Henry now stands in front of William. His hand softly resures William's shoulder. He is a gonner.
"Y-yep, I was just thinking," Good save considering the fact that William is burning from the inside. 'Marry me' was almost tipping off his tongue. White picket fences didn't sound like a bad idea.
"You sure? You kinda spaced out there a little bit." Henry replies. There was a sort of look in his eyes like he wanted to ask what it was, but he knew enough not to question him.
William swallows. Hard.
"I'm ok."
A moment of solitude for Keenu Reeves....
William claps his hands, breaking the silence, " So what's on the agenda. What are we doing?"
Henry smirks. "How does ice skating sound?"
For an ice hockey rink, William expected crowds; fifty people circling each other, and gaggle of teenagers laughing their asses off.
It was just them, and kids ranging from 3 to 5, lifting their feet more often than sliding.
"So, how did you and Simon become roommates?" William asked. His cheeks blushed from the cold. Henry took a minute to respond. How could he word 'finding his ex roommate in his toilet bowl'.
"We bumped into each other in Walmart." That's the best he can up with. Seriously?
"Cool."
William replied. Was it, though? Once again, there was a moment of solitude (maybe just the mere screaming of children in the background).
"So what do you do for a living?"
William leaned closer onto Henry. The words hadn't fully registered, but the cold sure did.
"Here, wear my jacket. Who am I kidding bringing you here with nothing warm. You too damn nice to say anything."
Just like that, William was hugged by the fluffy coat. Smelling of honey and cinnamon. Was this what Henry colonged himself in. What a dream to walk into.
"A-art commissions. I do art commissions," William finally said. His pale skin is an even darker shade of pink. He knew it wasn't the cold this time.
"What do you do?"
"Oh, I work a bit of everything around here. I help train the youngins for ice hockey. And do the books."
Henry now slides on his back heel, crossing his hands behind himself. William now has his full attention. Brown eyes stared back at him, like voids of slow-moving chocolate.
The silence continued, but this time, there wasn't any awkwardness to it. Some of the kids came stumbling their way. Henry seemed to recognize them, calling them his little critters.
William admired that. Tiny bit more than he should have, luckily Henry was too occupied by the kids to notice.
That's what William thought.
"He has a staring problem." Henry says,
"At least I think he does?"
"Ok, so with your psychic abilities, tell me if I'm going to eat this sandwich real quick - no peaking." Kota quickly chows down his tuna sandwich.
"You are hilarious." Henry had to roll his eyes at his friend,
"But seriously, if I'm going to live with this guy. I'm not going to let him stare me down while I'm not looking.- It's creepy."
"Is he cute, though?"
"I guess?"Henry says,"But what does that have to do with anything?"
"He likes you dumbass. Gee, and you are the smart one." Kota blasts, shooting pieces of tuna and bread crumbs Henry's way.
A few people in the café gave the two suspicious side eyes.
For once, Kota was correct. That doesn't mean Henry would believe it. Henry didn't have to say extra, Kota knew he had feelings, too.
"Matthew was an ass. It wasn't your fault. Please don't be afraid to jump in again."
Henry flinched at the mention of his ex fiancee. Kota really knew how to scratch at the scape. Henry hopes he doesn't scratch more. Fortunately, Kota left it be.
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Sorry for the long wait. I uploaded this so far. Let me know if you would like part 3 :)
