Trooper Station, Friday

[pocketpretzels]

Watts had not slept well last night. And so today shortly after making his way into the station he was curled up under his desk for what would surely be a brief nap.

[ooc: may be a little bit method RP but also completely interruptible.]

Comments

[hasaknightjob]

"I know," Steven said. "It cuts deep, doesn't it? Being told there's something wrong with you. Especially if it's repeated over and over."

[pocketpretzels]

“I am lucky in that at least I live here now, in this time ,” Watts said. “Where it’s- it’s easier.”

Still not perfect, by any means. He knew there were plenty of places, plenty of people around the world where people still thought as they did in his time.

[hasaknightjob]

"And you have someone who loves you," Steven said. "For what that may be worth to ease the pain."

It did for Steven's.

[pocketpretzels]

“Someone who I love very much in return,” Watts confirmed.

Even if he couldn’t always say it.

[hasaknightjob]

"Which means a great deal to me," Steven said, just so that was clear. "Helps with my own lonely nights."

[pocketpretzels]

“I am glad,” Watts said. “That I am able to do that for you.”

[hasaknightjob]

"You do," Steven said. He smiled at him. "Not in spite. I try to remember that."

[pocketpretzels]

“Never in spite,” Watts confirmed. “There’s not a single thing I would change about who you are.”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven blushed, momentarily at a loss for words at that declaration.

"Same from me to you," Steven said. "I love you. Every bit. Nothing in spite."

[pocketpretzels]

“Even the fact that I am…” he trailed off. “So easily- easily overwhelmed.”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven took Llewellyn's hand in both of his. "Why on earth would that bother me, Llew? The only thing about it I don't like is that it means you're unhappy. But being unhappy - that's life time to time, isn't it? Not much we can do about it but be there for each other when the bad thoughts or times come. I like being there for you. Just as I like having you there for me."

[pocketpretzels]

“I’m not terribly fond of being like this,” Watts admitted. “Not,” he added quickly, “I don’t mean falling in love with you. That I am very grateful for.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Takes time, doesn't it?" Steven said. "Like your arm needing to heal. Didn't happen overnight, did it? But you are making progress. I can tell. You have so much strength and bravery. You inspire me."

[pocketpretzels]

“Even when I am startled by a tiny machine?” Watts said dryly.

[hasaknightjob]

"Even then," Steven said. "It was a loud noise, wasn't it? Nothing to be ashamed of."

[pocketpretzels]

“Didn’t bother you any,” Watts pointed out.

[hasaknightjob]

"Not the first time I've heard it is it?" Steven replied. "Besides, I'm bothered by sorts of things you aren't. Like thinking I've got the day wrong. Do you think less of me?"

[pocketpretzels]

"Never!" Watts said firmly.

[hasaknightjob]

"I think no less of you either," Steven said. "We both have our... quirks I suppose. Doesn't make you any less wonderful to me. Never could."

[pocketpretzels]

“Truly?”

Look, he worried about being Too Much and this- this was part of why.

[hasaknightjob]

Steven did his best to look Llewellyn in the eyes. Or as much as Llewellyn would let him. "I love every bit of you, Llewellyn Watts. Anxious parts and all."

[pocketpretzels]

Watts nodded, absorbing that. Or trying to.

“I bought Edwards a bottle of wine,” he remarked, in an apparent change of subject. “After we closed a case together. His first, as a detective.”

[hasaknightjob]

Steven certainly wasn't one to judge an apparent lack of segue in a conversation. "Bet it was a nice one, if you picked it."

[pocketpretzels]

“It was,” Watts said. “Only- he said he, he didn’t accept gifts from my kind. Smashed the bottle right there on the floor of the station house.”

[hasaknightjob]

"Well that's horrible," Steven said. It wasn't often that Steven showed anger, but this was one of those times. "That's rude, and cruel."