I'm sorry. It doesn't have to be me, you know? Just make it someone, okay? You have a lot of people who love you, Jean-Paul. It would make me feel better just to know you're willing to talk to one of them.
By spending the week locked away in your apartment?
You don't have wrinkles. If you're talking about the almost invisible lines around your eyes, I wouldn't get rid of them for anything. First sign you're smiling.
Jean-Paul goes looking for Wes, aware that the big man may not be particularly happy to see him. When he spots him, he spends a moment just watching because it feels like forever since he's seen him. In a way, it really has been years.
Wes has never had the luxury of a good representation of what it means to be in a relationship. He knows his own heart, and that heart told him from an early age that he wanted something different than everything else he'd ever known. But he never could have expected just what asking for "different" would get him. Now, he sits in front of a pile of mismatched supplies, frowning at the mess of what he has to turn into a perfect representation of a lifetime of love for Grady.
It seems an impossible task. He picks up a strand of fairy lights, and sets it back down again. Sniffs one of the little votive candles he's hand-poured into a little bit of stoneware. And then he sees the shadow passing on the wall just in front of him, and he freezes.
Hi. Wes starts to stand, then thinks better of it. He gets about halfway off the floor before settling back like a man who doesn't know where to put himself.
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I hate feeling like I don't know what's going on, Jean-Paul. Felt that way most of my life, and I'm still no better at dealing with it.
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Trust me.
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Hey. Smack Grady's butt for me.
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If you can't lean on the people you love, then what's the point of them?
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Hey. My doppelganger is younger than me. That's so annoying.
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Is he? I only noticed the hair.
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He is. Less wrinkles, the little shit.
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You don't have wrinkles. If you're talking about the almost invisible lines around your eyes, I wouldn't get rid of them for anything. First sign you're smiling.
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Wes, that actually made me feel amazing about them.
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I love every part of you. I don't want the wedding or anything else to change that. I don't want to be the last guy to know everything, either.
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I'm excited for your wedding.
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You're trying to distract me. It's supposed to be soon. Are you sure you're going to be there?
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I'm not trying to make it about me. Take what time you need. Just know there are a lot of people waiting for you to come home.
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action; after being dragged home
He steps closer. Hi.
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It seems an impossible task. He picks up a strand of fairy lights, and sets it back down again. Sniffs one of the little votive candles he's hand-poured into a little bit of stoneware. And then he sees the shadow passing on the wall just in front of him, and he freezes.
Hi. Wes starts to stand, then thinks better of it. He gets about halfway off the floor before settling back like a man who doesn't know where to put himself.
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