wanderlust | m.m.

twelve.

the next couple of days were weird. as much as i tried to get watson to tell me what was going on with him, he wouldn't. he just kept telling me that it wasn't anything i needed to worry about, which just made me worry even more. what was bothering him so much that he felt like he couldn't share it with me? he always told me his problems. i was his best friend. that's what i was there for.

so, i found it extremely frustrating that watson wouldn't talk to me about what was going on. it brought on an awkward tension to the time that we spent together, the both of us knowing that watson was keeping something from me. because of this, i had been spending less of my time with watson and more of it with mat.

with him, there was no awkwardness. in fact, i was beginning to feel very comfortable when i was around him. he had welcomed me into his life with no second thoughts. i now knew his friends well and spent so much time at his house that i basically lived there. whenever he was going out to do something, he always asked if i wanted to come. i was rarely ever able to join him, but he never failed to ask. it made me happy knowing that he wanted to spend time with me.

speaking of time, even though we hadn't known each other long, mat had become one of my favorite people. watson had pointed out how he found it odd that mat and i had gotten so close so quickly, but i didn't see anything strange about it. the two of us just got along really well with each other. and mat wasn't the one holding back from me, so watson could get over it.

and apparently, after nearly five days of barely talking to me, he decided to do so. i was in the kitchen throwing a sandwich together for myself when a knock came at the door. i opened it to find watson standing there, a hopeful look on his face. "can i come in?" he asked softly.

instead of answering, i stepped away from the door and returned to making my sandwich. watson took the hint and stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. when i turned away from the counter, i saw he was still standing with his back against the door, just watching me. i met his gaze, took a bite of my sandwich, and waited for him to say something. so, i was surprised when he asked, "are you going to say something?"

i had to cough to keep myself from choking on my food. after swallowing, i gave him a bewildered look. "me say something? i'm not the one who didn't talk to me for a week. i think you're the one who needs to say something."

"so you're angry?" watson's face was contorted, one side of his mouth pulled up in a grimace and his dark brows pulled together.

i moved over to the couch and sat down with a sigh. "well yeah," i admitted. "and confused. but why shouldn't i be? we haven't gone a day without talking to each other for over a decade and then all of a sudden you're 'going through something' and don't talk to me for a week? i just wanted to know what was going on and what i could do to help, and you shut me out. i'm your best friend, watson. i'm the one person you should never shut out."

watson stayed silent for a few moments. he was looking down at his feet with his lips pursed. he always did that when he was thinking. finally, he let out a shaky breath and looked up at me. "i know," he murmured. "and that's why i came over. i wanted to say i'm sorry. i thought that keeping to myself would make the problem go away, but it didn't. then, i felt like a shitty person for pushing you away and thought you wouldn't want to talk to me. but i missed you too much, so here i am."

"you're literally an idiot," i stated bluntly. "the whole reason i'm upset with you is because i wanted to talk to you but you wouldn't. and for the record, you were being a shitty person. i'm glad you realized that and got the balls to admit it and come apologize."

"you're right. i am an idiot. but i'm a sorry idiot."

"yes, you mentioned that already," i noted.