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[It's never anything drastically important, or anything terribly "serious", as much as he'd hate to use a loaded term like that. They're friends in the same business, is all, and they've at least got an understanding there. If he gets bored, he rings Wade, and they go out and do... something. Anything. Killing time between jobs (that they've made very sure to not have intersect again, thanks very much) and blowing off steam together quickly becomes their routine as the time goes and goes.
Not that it bothers Travis. Doing nothing with somebody (and occasionally doing, heh, something), he's always thought, is the true test of getting along on the long term, and he likes Wade. He's a good guy, and he hasn't gotten to really waste time with somebody on a regular basis since Bishop. It's comfortable, and not an arrangement he's looking to budge on anytime soon.
Because Wade's a damn good friend, all things considered. ...Emphasis on "friend".
And to further emphasize that "friend" part, they've taken to proving they can wingman for each other and for the love of god it's gonna work this time.
Travis sighs, dials the familiar number, and waits for the ringing to stop.]
Hey, we still goin' anywhere tonight?
Not that it bothers Travis. Doing nothing with somebody (and occasionally doing, heh, something), he's always thought, is the true test of getting along on the long term, and he likes Wade. He's a good guy, and he hasn't gotten to really waste time with somebody on a regular basis since Bishop. It's comfortable, and not an arrangement he's looking to budge on anytime soon.
Because Wade's a damn good friend, all things considered. ...Emphasis on "friend".
And to further emphasize that "friend" part, they've taken to proving they can wingman for each other and for the love of god it's gonna work this time.
Travis sighs, dials the familiar number, and waits for the ringing to stop.]
Hey, we still goin' anywhere tonight?
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The realization hits Wade like a ton of bricks; causes his heart to drop sickeningly in the pit of his stomach.
I'm jealous of her.
He can't deny it any longer, that ugly insidious feeling that had started its slow buildup inside him from the moment she'd approached them. It wasn't Travis he was jealous of, but Rosalyn. Travis must have said something funny to her just then, because she tilts her head back and rewards him with an infectious, bell-like laugh. That sound cuts into Wade; cuts into him as deeply as any blade.
He tears his eyes away from the couple and catches the bartender's attention.]
Hey. Get me a Faulkner.
[The man blinks in surprise; asks if he's sure-- Faulkners aren't really for the faint of heart--]
Could tell that just by the name, champ. Kinda my plan to be that incoherent, y'know? Get me a Sound and the Fury, on the rocks.
[As the bartender sets about mixing his drink, Wade turns his attention once again to Travis and Rosalyn. He's unable to look away, suddenly overcome with a certainty that he's screwed everything up. Why had he suggested this, anyway? Because he thought it was what Travis wanted? For some adventure?
Or is it because you thought you were getting too close?
Wade blinks in surprise; presses his lips tightly together. The biting, acidic voice seems to have come out of nowhere.
Admit it. That's what this is all about. This is what happens all the time whenever you get too attached-- you get scared and start working to sabotage yourself. Is it any wonder that you're always alone? Any wonder that you're always unwanted?
Wade closes his eyes tight; shakes his head to ward off the words that he knows deep down are right.
Shut up shut up shut up]