At first, Will just figures Jeff is giving him a moderate, basic "cheer up, sad man" nudge. I suck, no you don't, the usual. And then they'll get on with their drinking and one of them might have to be carried back to Heropa (the one who lives there) and it won't be mentioned again. But Will is going to remember, of course, and find a way to mention it without mentioning it...by way of coming to Jeff's aid if he needs literally anything Will can provide, naturally.
But no, it's more than that, and by the end, Will's not sure if this is a compliment and proof that Will's doing okay...or a reminder to Jeff by Jeff that he's not doing as okay as someone else. Misplaced envy, or what Jeff doesn't view as being misplaced. He can't even be prodded to feel any sense of ire or distrust over the comment about how bone-able April is. He's too gobsmacked. And it's too true, April is undeniably beautiful by standards that don't apply just to Will Graham.]
I.
[Well, that's probably what he's trying to say, at any rate. It's a stop-start, stammer, almost a groan instead of a word. It sounds like he's trying to say something, though. Something English. Something another human being can understand. Half-melded against Jeff's couch, the only bones in him reacting to outside forces being the ones that have to hold onto that glass, he's glad he was sitting because.
Uh.
Really?
Goodness.]
Thanks. [And Will Graham went from forlorn stray dog to pleased that he had a new home to call his own in record timing that day, tearing his eyes away from Jeff the Giant back to the little fellow (the one on the table, harhar).] That actual friends thing has to go both ways for it to be true. The concept of friendship, I mean, falls on...how both parties. Believe.
[He means feel, but they're already sort of avoiding feelings in general, so he replaces it as best he can. He also means that Jeff is one of those friends, but he's responded a bit poorly in the past to outright declarations of affection, so.
Subtle-ish is the way to go, helped with another sip of that scotch.]
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At first, Will just figures Jeff is giving him a moderate, basic "cheer up, sad man" nudge. I suck, no you don't, the usual. And then they'll get on with their drinking and one of them might have to be carried back to Heropa (the one who lives there) and it won't be mentioned again. But Will is going to remember, of course, and find a way to mention it without mentioning it...by way of coming to Jeff's aid if he needs literally anything Will can provide, naturally.
But no, it's more than that, and by the end, Will's not sure if this is a compliment and proof that Will's doing okay...or a reminder to Jeff by Jeff that he's not doing as okay as someone else. Misplaced envy, or what Jeff doesn't view as being misplaced. He can't even be prodded to feel any sense of ire or distrust over the comment about how bone-able April is. He's too gobsmacked. And it's too true, April is undeniably beautiful by standards that don't apply just to Will Graham.]
I.
[Well, that's probably what he's trying to say, at any rate. It's a stop-start, stammer, almost a groan instead of a word. It sounds like he's trying to say something, though. Something English. Something another human being can understand. Half-melded against Jeff's couch, the only bones in him reacting to outside forces being the ones that have to hold onto that glass, he's glad he was sitting because.
Uh.
Really?
Goodness.]
Thanks. [And Will Graham went from forlorn stray dog to pleased that he had a new home to call his own in record timing that day, tearing his eyes away from Jeff the Giant back to the little fellow (the one on the table, harhar).] That actual friends thing has to go both ways for it to be true. The concept of friendship, I mean, falls on...how both parties. Believe.
[He means feel, but they're already sort of avoiding feelings in general, so he replaces it as best he can. He also means that Jeff is one of those friends, but he's responded a bit poorly in the past to outright declarations of affection, so.
Subtle-ish is the way to go, helped with another sip of that scotch.]