Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[He was afraid that he would say that-- the idea of Wade being tortured, tortured for his sake, makes his skin crawl-- and yet Wade's good faith emboldens him. It's not exactly an easy feat, to throw your entire life and good standing in the eyes of Yao into the fire, but Wade... he hasn't even thought twice about it.
He's essentially offered to go against the whole damn world for him.
Travis feels heat prickling on his cheeks. It's probably one of the highest compliments that he's ever received.]
I believe you. [As unbelievable as what he's just promised sounds.] Dunno what spectacular good deeds I did in my last life to deserve that much, but I believe you. And it goes without saying that your secrets're safe with me too.
[Wade waves Travis's words away, shaking his head with another one of his laughs.]
Heh. Don't really give a damn what you did in your past life. S'what you did in the here and now that I really care about. You were there, Trav. You were with me when I thought I was alone, when I was at my worst. That's more'n I... than anyone can ask for, really. And you never asked for anything in return, even though you totally could have.
[A warm smile tugs at the edges of his mouth as he looks at his friend, his eyes softened with genuine affection.]
Helpin' you out in this is the least I can do, y'know? Yao might've helped me survive, but you were the one who helped me live. Keepin' your secrets from Yao is small potatoes compared to that, even if I get arrested for it. No regrets, Trav. That's the truth.
[Travis tries to smile, but he's fidgeting a little: Wade's words mean a lot, but all of these kind words all at the same time are more than he's used to hearing.
Wade's so frank about it all. Hell, he didn't really know that all of these things he'd done-- all things he didn't think twice about, either, just did because Wade was a friend and shouldn't have had to be alone-- really mattered that much. Funny, how the things he hadn't overtly pushed for, trying to prove himself to the world, to Yao, to anyone who'd look, didn't even matter in the end.]
All right, all right, quit buttering me up already.
[An act meant to diffuse all of those compliments. There's a pause, and Travis adds--] ...You're my best friend too, you know? I'd have to be a real piece of shit to not be there for you.
Well, you probably would've still been blissfully ignorant about all the joyful nuances of leukemia, for one thing.
[He's joking, of course. He's joking because he knows he's already said too much; because he sees in the way that Travis fidgets that he's growing uncomfortable with the steady stream of compliments. Jesus, Wilson-- you don't always have to spill your guts out of your mouth.
But also because that statement-- don't know what I'd do without you-- is so equally frank that he's not sure how to react to it either. Obviously Travis cares for him a great deal-- he wouldn't have spent all that time visiting him, buying him meals; tending to him while he was sick if he didn't-- but it surprises him sometimes, just how much he's invested in Wade's health and happiness. Wade can't remember anyone doing that for him before, not since his parents died.
He clears his throat. Time to change the subject.]
So. What's our next course of action, here? Should we form a secret club with coded handshakes and everything? The Coalition of Havenites Who May or May Not Be Crazy?
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He's essentially offered to go against the whole damn world for him.
Travis feels heat prickling on his cheeks. It's probably one of the highest compliments that he's ever received.]
I believe you. [As unbelievable as what he's just promised sounds.] Dunno what spectacular good deeds I did in my last life to deserve that much, but I believe you. And it goes without saying that your secrets're safe with me too.
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Heh. Don't really give a damn what you did in your past life. S'what you did in the here and now that I really care about. You were there, Trav. You were with me when I thought I was alone, when I was at my worst. That's more'n I... than anyone can ask for, really. And you never asked for anything in return, even though you totally could have.
[A warm smile tugs at the edges of his mouth as he looks at his friend, his eyes softened with genuine affection.]
Helpin' you out in this is the least I can do, y'know? Yao might've helped me survive, but you were the one who helped me live. Keepin' your secrets from Yao is small potatoes compared to that, even if I get arrested for it. No regrets, Trav. That's the truth.
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Wade's so frank about it all. Hell, he didn't really know that all of these things he'd done-- all things he didn't think twice about, either, just did because Wade was a friend and shouldn't have had to be alone-- really mattered that much. Funny, how the things he hadn't overtly pushed for, trying to prove himself to the world, to Yao, to anyone who'd look, didn't even matter in the end.]
All right, all right, quit buttering me up already.
[An act meant to diffuse all of those compliments. There's a pause, and Travis adds--] ...You're my best friend too, you know? I'd have to be a real piece of shit to not be there for you.
Don't know what I'd do without you, Wade.
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[He's joking, of course. He's joking because he knows he's already said too much; because he sees in the way that Travis fidgets that he's growing uncomfortable with the steady stream of compliments. Jesus, Wilson-- you don't always have to spill your guts out of your mouth.
But also because that statement-- don't know what I'd do without you-- is so equally frank that he's not sure how to react to it either. Obviously Travis cares for him a great deal-- he wouldn't have spent all that time visiting him, buying him meals; tending to him while he was sick if he didn't-- but it surprises him sometimes, just how much he's invested in Wade's health and happiness. Wade can't remember anyone doing that for him before, not since his parents died.
He clears his throat. Time to change the subject.]
So. What's our next course of action, here? Should we form a secret club with coded handshakes and everything? The Coalition of Havenites Who May or May Not Be Crazy?