paradisa | Twenty Eight Truffula Trees

[Friends]

[He'd meant to do this yesterday, but the Lorax arriving had thrown him off. Still, the forest guardian had done him some good. It meant he had to try to piece himself together again, or at least start to. But there was something more important to attend to now. After losing Zelos and House (the memory of watching the latter die engraved on his brain and refusing to leave) he needs to know...]

Okay guys, if you could tell me if you got out of that mess now would be a really great time. Don't make me come looking for you, because I'm pretty sure someone in here will drag me back to bed before I can pathetically shuffle as far as the door. We'd be at it all day.

Just...check in.

[Mom]

[He didn't want to make this filter. He'd rather her not know where he is. Perhaps, even, he has the smallest hope her visit in the castle was brief. Enough to shake him up before she went home again. One last wonderful stab in the chest to remember her by.

...But she's still his mother. And he still needs to know if she's okay]

I asked after you. Where were you? Are you still here?

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No, really. I was a kid and I was pretty much winging it from this old dusty knitting pattern. I'm pretty sure half of it was longer than the other half.

[And hey look, he;s being honest]

[Well, that gets a bit of a smile from her.]

Guess I'm lucky, then. Have good teacher, to... keep halfs even.

Well, you make it so easy. The company alone makes it well worth it.

Guess I'll have to... visit every day, then. Til you're better.

[His smile widens, even if the first warnings are trickling into his mind. He can't be doing this. He shouldn't be doing this]

Are you sure? I mean, I'd hate to be making you walk all the way here every day.

[But he wants her there, he really does]

Will tell you secret.

[And she leans forward, looking left and right to make it look more like this really is a secret and she's on the lookout for spies.]

Would have, anyway.

[He'll lean in, as if to share that very obviously deep secret, a smile playing across his lips. Indulging in the game]

You would, huh?

[A part of him wants to ask why she would. After all, as far as he's concerned, he's terrible company. But he holds the question back...for now, just knowing she wants to be around him is enough]

Uh huh.

[Another surreptitious glance around then, and then she cups her hand by her mouth and whispers to him.]

Cause I like you. Would have been worried.

[Well, that comment makes him duck his head, his smile softening.

He has to stop doing this. He can't let this go on the way it's going. He needs to explain to her what a mess he is, how he hurt everyone. He can't let himself start feeling this way, because it's getting harder to kid himself they aren't there.

...Maybe after he heals. Yeah. Save it until after he heals]

I... well, I like you too, I was worried. Not that I probably should have been, I mean, you can obviously take care of yourself. You could probably handle anything dangerous without even thinking about it and wow I need to stop talking now.

[She just smiles because by now she's learned that rambling is a thing he does. Once he stops, she shakes her head.]

It's okay. No one ever did, before. Worry about me. Just means... we really are friends.

[It's good she's used to it. Because it is a painfully regular occurrence]

Really? [A pause] No one really did back home for me, either. Not until I came here. But I can understand it for me, but you...you're a great person. You should have a cartload of people worried about you.

...And yeah, we really are.

[She keeps her smile but drops her gaze from him, reaching for the knitting again so she'll have something to look at. She isn't a great person, she's barely a good one, but she doesn't want to correct him. It's easier to change the subject so she's just going to go with doing that.]

Think I should... take all this out, redo? Try for... not lumpy scarf?

[He could sure take a long time to explain to her why HE isn't a great person either. But the distraction works]

Well, it could be easier. [But...] But hey, it's for me right? I think I kinda like it lumpy. It makes it unique. I'll always know it was the one you made for me.

Guess I better just... keep going, then. If you really like it.

[He smile, running his fingers over the scarf's lumps before carefully nudging it back to her]

That sounds like a great plan to me.

[She smirks.]

Cause it's your plan, probably. But... you're right. Better to keep going, not worry about... what you did wrong. Just learn, then fix in future.

Well, yeah, but details.

...Well, not worry about some things, anyway.

Twenty Eight Truffula Trees

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