[He talks about it with some people, to be fair, but he avoids the topic even with people who know his secret. It's not an active avoidance, per se, but one he indulges in, for a variety of reasons, the biggest among them being that they either seem so small compared to theirs, or they're deeply, intensely private. Sometimes a combination of the two, but really, it's hard to say things like my dad's garage got shut down after I left and it makes me feel bad sometimes to someone who's dealing with the apocalypse, or...
A lot of apocalypses, actually. It's a little distressing how there are so many Earths out that have experienced world-ending consequences in one form or another.]
But it's not -- I mean, I'm not from one of those worlds with zombies. Most of it's just small stuff.
[This place has a way of making even people from the bleakest worlds feel grateful, it's true. Spend enough time with Titan-plagued teenagers and it's difficult not to miss the simplicity and advancements of home, with or without rampant murderers.]
Small stuff matters. [A quiet, tame observation. Zombies also have the advantage of making it easier for those with many small problems to cover them up. Sort of like Will with cannibalistic dudes in love with him. Everything pales in comparison to that and it's a trump card to get out of talking about basic things, like why he loves dogs or his issues with where he did or did not live when it came to Baltimore.
He raps quietly on the counter with his knuckles before stepping away. It's not the sudden awkwardness that's got him ready to leave, though it's easily read that way.] Not what I expected coming over today, but. I'm glad you...we had this talk.
[Jaime's honestly not sure what to make of this whole conversation, not even after they've been fairly honest with each other. It's not a normal conversation for them; they're usually happy talking about smaller, happier things, about this place, about work, and their lives, and school. That's not always such a good thing, even if Jaime's happy with his comfortable relationship with Will.
But he won't push it anymore than he already has. He's pretty happy that Will didn't just up and bolt the first time he pushed back.]
Me too. [He smiles at him.] Thanks for the food, Will. Really, I appreciate it.
You're welcome. [He smiles back. And wonders, too...if Jaime knew more about Baltimore, would he be so eager for free food from Will Graham? Would there be Concerns? The only one who's seemed to have any problem so far is Dorian...but that's a whole other can of worms. What if he just never found out? That would be great. Wonder about it and nothing more. Yes. Perfect.] Take care of yourself, yeah? I'll see you soon.
[For some new artistic endeavor. Or a chat. Or, like, if BB gets sick in the morning and Jaime calls up in a panic. All is well.]
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Date: 2016-07-05 03:26 am (UTC)[He talks about it with some people, to be fair, but he avoids the topic even with people who know his secret. It's not an active avoidance, per se, but one he indulges in, for a variety of reasons, the biggest among them being that they either seem so small compared to theirs, or they're deeply, intensely private. Sometimes a combination of the two, but really, it's hard to say things like my dad's garage got shut down after I left and it makes me feel bad sometimes to someone who's dealing with the apocalypse, or...
A lot of apocalypses, actually. It's a little distressing how there are so many Earths out that have experienced world-ending consequences in one form or another.]
But it's not -- I mean, I'm not from one of those worlds with zombies. Most of it's just small stuff.
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Date: 2016-07-06 08:14 pm (UTC)Small stuff matters. [A quiet, tame observation. Zombies also have the advantage of making it easier for those with many small problems to cover them up. Sort of like Will with cannibalistic dudes in love with him. Everything pales in comparison to that and it's a trump card to get out of talking about basic things, like why he loves dogs or his issues with where he did or did not live when it came to Baltimore.
He raps quietly on the counter with his knuckles before stepping away. It's not the sudden awkwardness that's got him ready to leave, though it's easily read that way.] Not what I expected coming over today, but. I'm glad you...we had this talk.
[Awkward but sincere, let him live.]
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Date: 2016-07-07 07:50 am (UTC)But he won't push it anymore than he already has. He's pretty happy that Will didn't just up and bolt the first time he pushed back.]
Me too. [He smiles at him.] Thanks for the food, Will. Really, I appreciate it.
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Date: 2016-07-07 05:57 pm (UTC)[For some new artistic endeavor. Or a chat. Or, like, if BB gets sick in the morning and Jaime calls up in a panic. All is well.]