I Had Nothing to Offer Anybody...

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

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.*

Comments

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

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.

[toiletseat_girl]

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?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

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]

[toiletseat_girl]

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]

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

[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....

[toiletseat_girl]

[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?

[whistlewhilstyouwork]

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]

[toiletseat_girl]

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]