hadriel_logs | I Had Nothing to Offer Anybody...

Who: Whistler and George
What: Whistler needs some perspective
Where: The park
When: April 12
Warnings: N/A. Will update if needed.

Whistler hadn't exactly told George what he needed to talk about when he called her, only that he needed to talk. He needed perspective, possibly even advice of a kind he couldn't get from just any kind of person. For the past few days he'd been distracted, frequently finding himself motionless, lost in thought. It was like there was a problem in his wiring causing the rest of his synapses to malfunction, but without help he couldn't identify which specific wire was faulty and so therefore he couldn't correct the error.

Logically he knows only one person could really give him the answer he needed, but he's not ready to ask them. Not until he has more information. He needs to be able to better comprehend the nature of his problem before anything else, and he is hoping George can help him do that.

So now he sits on a park bench waiting for her, idly fiddling with his cane, collapsing and uncollapsing it simply to hear that faint familiar *click.*

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[George was curious when Whistler mentions needing to see (ha) her. very few people actually approach her wanting to see her. she usually has to make a nuisance of herself to get their attention. so of course when she gets the message, she hustles to get to the assigned meeting place.

she approaches him, making sure to make some noise, scuffing the ground with her sneakers, so that he'll hear her coming before she says anything]

Hey. You rang?

[Whistler smiles lazily, sitting up a bit as she approaches]

Hey. Thanks for coming. I appreciate it.

[He scoots a little to his side to make sure she has room on the bench]

I needed someone to talk to, and I think you might be able to help me, uh, figure some stuff out.

[she smiles back. granted, it can't be seen, but maybe it can be heard in her voice]

Hey, it's no problem. I don't mind.

[she takes a seat next to him, gazing at him curiously]

Sure? I mean, I'll help if I can? What's the problem?

Well...it's, uh, it's not exactly easy to explain....

[Whistler has been trying to think of the best way to explain it but keeps coming up blank.]

...I...think I have to tell you the long version.

[An awkward swallow]

You see...there's...this person. We met when I was killed by the Null, they held my hand while I was, uh, you know...dying. [Also not the most comfortable subject to talk about, but he's going to force himself to get this out] Since then they've...we've...well um we've gotten close. Friends, you know. They're always looking out for me and I'd drop anything to help if they needed it.... but recently I realized that...maybe...I.....

[He feels his heart thudding uncomfortably in his chest, hands wringing a bit around his cane]

...I realized that...I don't just like them as a friend...

[It's the first time he's admitted to it aloud]

But that's not really the problem. I could handle that ok if it was just that. The problem is...they're....half my age. And I could never tell them if I thought..I was being some type of...pervert or predator...or making them feel unsafe, you see...the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt them.

[augh, relationship issues. George has next to zero experience with relationships, but he asked for help and so she's going to try]

What about the other person. Have they given you any signs that they like you back in that way?

And I mean the age thing can be a big deal to some people. Personally, I wouldn't have a problem with it, given the fact that I'm gonna stay eighteen forever. So I'd keep my options open, you know?

And I don't think you're being a pervert or a predator. For one thing, if you were, you wouldn't have come to me for advice first. You would've just--said something and not really cared how the other person would react.

And if the other person cares about you as much as you said they do--with the whole looking out for you thing--it's probably not going to be that much of a shock that your feelings have. . . grown.

[she's hoping that she's being helpful? she's really not sure, she's just going by what her reactions would be]

[That was what he wanted, really. George's own reaction. Sure, George was not a fill in for Julie and Julie was not George, people could not be exchanged one for another, but one person's perspective can at least help to illuminate a foggy field. If only a little.]

It's hard to say [He cants his head to one side, considering her question] It always depends on how you read that kind of stuff, you know? And I don't like assuming.

[There were things that maybe...if he put a certain lens over it.... but he had long since locked that lens away at the back of his brain in a box that read 'do not open'.

Better to be safe than sorry, right?]

We're, uh, we're comfortable together. Talking comes easy, but silence feels easy too. It's not awkward if its quiet and its not difficult to keep talking.

[yes, but it's harder when the other person has zero experience with relationships and doesn't know who the other person is]

Well, what have they done exactly that makes you think maybe they feel the same way? Like touching and tone of voice and stuff like that?

[George would very much like a relationship, but no one seems to want a relationship with her]

So that's supposedly a good sign, right? I mean, at least you're close?

I...I didn't say I thought they feel the same way.

[Thinking about it that way makes him feel uneasy. He doesn't want to let himself imagine something more than what it is at the risk of that crashing down]

I mean, she's kissed my cheek and held my arm...she talks about...things....she, uh, tells me that I'm valuable.

Yeah, but what if they do? Wouldn't it be better to know than just wonder?

[George would definitely want to know if someone had a thing for her. not that that's terribly likely, but a girl can dream, can't she?

So it sounds like she already cares about you a lot. I wouldn't do that kind of stuff with someone I didn't care for.

Does she already have a boyfriend? Or a girlfriend?

There was a boyfriend back home but, um, he...well he died...

[Whistler hesitates, not sure that it's alright for him to share this stuff. It's Julie's history, not his.]

And there was a guy she shared a place with here, but I don't think that's what it was. And he's not here anymore.

[A nervous roll of the cane between his fingers]

Ouch. Yeah, that'll do a number on a person. You know, as far as trying new relationships goes.

[she is the soul of discretion when she chooses to be]

So. . . maybe you've got a shot? I mean, assuming she's over the dead boyfriend. Does she seem like she is?

[she's trying to sound encouraging, but she's not sure how well she's doing]

[He rolls his head, cracking his neck. It's a nervous habit]

I don't know if I'll ever tell her, if I'm honest. I just...I wasn't sure if I'm...you know...being a bad person to even...maybe...want that....

[she stares at him frankly]

You're not a bad person to want that. Love's a sneaky fucker that way. I mean, take me for example. There's this girl here I've had a thing for for months. But she had a boyfriend, so I didn't say anything. Boyfriend winds up leaving and you know my first thought?

"Yes, now maybe I've got a shot!" Now, does that make me a bad person?

You mean the girl you were trying to figure out how to flirt with?

[That was one of the more memorable posts Whistler has ever come across on the network]

Yes, her. She's just. . . so cool and so cute and she's been through a lot.

But you didn't answer my question. Am I a bad person for being happy her boyfriend vanished?

[desperate times come for drastic measures]

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