by Will Stanton » Wed Feb 27, 2019 5:56 pm
"That's not it," Will signed. "Ok, that IS it, but if all I wanted was a trip through the wash, I promise you, you wouldn't notice the extra sock. And if I wanted to EARN that trip through the wash, I'd just hide in your sock pile until you changed. That's not the issue.
Look at you. At the three of you. Glorious, victorious....and scared. Scared of the future, scared of what to come, scared of how to manage things. You deserve to not be scared.
I can't tell you if you'll always be together, or whether you'll be able to resist the feral call of the wolves, or if you'll ascend to godhood. I can't tell you if you'll love each other till the end of time, or if you'll try to kill each other in six months, or if you'll fall on a mission in ten years. I can't.
But there are things I CAN do, and when I see and hear you guys struggling with problems I can fix, I go out of my ever - loving mind.
Tereza, I didn't enjoy showering with you because you have a smoking hot bod; although yes, I'll admit that the intimacy is.... fun. I enjoyed it because it was problem - solving; you needed help, no matter how banal, and I wad there. When you talked about how good you smelled after using me, that's a feeling of contentment I can't describe in words.
So yes. I like fixing things for people I love, and the three of you are the closest I have to family here. I can't stop the full moon from taking you, but I can be the stag you hunt down and drag in front of your fireplace as a trophy. I can't satisfy the need to fight the Morrigan has, but I can be the punching bag she wrecks to blow off steam. I can't buy you a large apartment, but I can be the moving van that gets your stuff there or the sports car you tool around in after. I can't change the weather, but I can be your fur coat when it's cold or your popsicle when it's hot. I can be your friend and all those things at the same time.
So, to answer your original question, Tereza? If I minded? It couldn't be further from the truth. Hell, of the three of you needed help being intimate, I can do more than just be your bed. As long as you wash the sheets afterwards.
I owe you guys more than I could ever pay back. So when I see you have problems, no matter how stupid or small, I'd like to solve them. I don't want to lose my identity; we just fought, and won, to keep it. But part of my identity could be being a sick leather jacket or a stick of gum or a poster on the wall. I'm still Will while doing that, but I'm the MOST Will when I'm filling a hole, no matter how small.
I'll have a chimichanga," he blushed to the waiter who had overheard at least half of that.