Man of his dreams

wrapped-in-shadows:

“I. I hope they do but. I’m still a little…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Scared. Why was he so scared? The loss of Sally, a woman who he thought of something like a friend had hurt. He hated pain, he hated feeling it, no matter if it was emotional or physical.

He pushed on. “B, but yeah. I’m. Willing to try.”

She noticed his pain, noticed the look in his eyes. She becoming good at reading his emotions, always watching his face for changes in mood or the hidden meanings between words. It was becoming a habit and a sixth sense.

Getting more on the bed, she nuzzled her nose against his neck, cuddling up next to him. “I’m happy you’re willing to try.. But I don’t want to push you so much either. A little bit at a time…I just thought with Metro Man…so you two can patch things up…But I know..after what happened…I won’t push you too much…I’d hate to become one of those girlfriends who doesn’t consider her guys’ opinions and feelings..”

“I don’ think it’s possible for you to think that way. Ever. You always take… take people’s feelings into consideration.” he said gently. “You always do.” Jack smiles at her, face purple, ear tips matching his cheeks, a sure sign of his shame in himself.

But he leans into her, wraps his arm around her gently. “…y… you won’t leave, will you?”

The question comes out of, seemingly, no where but he can’t help it. Seeing Sally storm off, after hearing her say such horrible things to him about his choices, about Katelynn, it ripped his heart out. It was pain all over again and Sally had mean to be a friend. She had hurt him, far more than he thought she would, and thinking of Katelynn out there in the city, healthy, spending time with all the men she’s listed t him he can’t help but fear she’ll find one who suits her. One who’s braver. Who can go out with her without needing to mentally prepare himself like he did.

Man of his dreams

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Well. For your sake, m… more than my own. I don’t want to not be friends with any of yours… well. Um. Besides… besides the villains. I’m sorry I… can’t be friends with people like that…” he stammered, looking down at his hands.

“I’m only friends with one villain and he’s sort of a sweetie,” she replied, hands falling to envelop his. “But this is great! I’m so glad you want to try. I’m sure all of my friends will love you.”

There was just one important thing she needed to arrange before all these friend dates happened.

“I. I hope they do but. I’m still a little…” he trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Scared. Why was he so scared? The loss of Sally, a woman who he thought of something like a friend had hurt. He hated pain, he hated feeling it, no matter if it was emotional or physical.

He pushed on. “B, but yeah. I’m. Willing to try.”

Man of his dreams

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“Oh…” Jack said.

Meeting up with him, now, felt even more awkward. He didn’t rightly believe in these magical anons, not over things like feelings. What if it had all just been a lie, to get close to Katelynn? What if he really did just want to steal her away all the while pretending to be into men?

There were so many possible liars around. He knew that more than anyone.

“Well. I. I still would like to get to know him too… I mean he is the hero of this city and… and all…” he trailed off and looked at his leg.

Her face brightened at this information, hope lighting up in her chest and curling a warmth around her heart. “Really?” she asked, putting both of her palms on his cheeks and looking into his eyes. “You want to try to be his friend?”

If he agreed…She dared hope a friendship would bloom.

“Well. For your sake, m… more than my own. I don’t want to not be friends with any of yours… well. Um. Besides… besides the villains. I’m sorry I… can’t be friends with people like that…” he stammered, looking down at his hands.

Man of his dreams

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

“B. But I’ve only met him twice! O-once, I must remind you, was when he had his paws all over you…!” he spluttered, face still well and truly set to ‘purple’ at this little bit of news.

Really, Metro Man liked him? Like that? But why? How?

“Love,” she began softly, kind of amused by how cute he was being, “I told you that was because he was under the magic of an anon. Metro Man likes men. And blue ones too.”

Reaching up to stroke his brow gently, she continued, “But don’t worry. I battled and won for you. I protected you from him. Though oddly enough I still want to set you two up on a friendship date.”

“Oh…” Jack said.

Meeting up with him, now, felt even more awkward. He didn’t rightly believe in these magical anons, not over things like feelings. What if it had all just been a lie, to get close to Katelynn? What if he really did just want to steal her away all the while pretending to be into men?

There were so many possible liars around. He knew that more than anyone.

“Well. I. I still would like to get to know him too… I mean he is the hero of this city and… and all…” he trailed off and looked at his leg.

Man of his dreams

will-never-be-a-swan:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack turned his head from where he was sat on his bed, cast still on his leg. At least now he could turn his head, and they were back home…

“W-what?” he asked, face turning purple. “I’m w-what??”

She giggled, sitting next to him and kissed his blushing cheek. “He challenged me today to try to win you and we played Rock Paper Scissors. Whoever won got you. I’m naturally the master at the game so I won and he lamented that he lost the man of his dreams.”

She watched for his reaction, trying to see what he thought considering he didn’t really like Metro Man.

“B. But I’ve only met him twice! O-once, I must remind you, was when he had his paws all over you…!” he spluttered, face still well and truly set to ‘purple’ at this little bit of news.

Really, Metro Man liked him? Like that? But why? How?