Behold the angst!
I'm glad to be writing for my oldest pairing. I missed my babies!
I won't ruin the ending by grubbing for reviews. So I'll do it here.
Review, please!
Disclaimer: Should, would, could, don't.
Perfection
Well. I'm glad to see that you're doing so nicely.
Gas monitors, you say? Lovely.
Do tell me about the lady you're seeing, the one who you're all cleaned up for, looking more handsome than you ever tried to look before.
All happy and enjoying life and glad to be seeing someone you can relate to so well.
I hate her already.
But one day I'll meet her and I'll probably realize how nice and funny she is and how perfect you two are for each other.
It's lucky, then, that you could never just sit for perfection.
Because, you see, I'd always tried to be a little more than a working buddy. And then I tried to be a little more than a friend.
Now I'm trying to be a little more than the closest, oldest friend you say I am.
I like to think I know you best. I like to think that you will see one day that we wouldn't ever, ever in a million years, be perfect for each other. Because that excites us both. Because imperfection drives us to work together. Because that'll give you something to work on. And because I like to think I know you best, I know that you're never completely happy unless there's something to work on.
I'm combative, active. You're pugnacious, work-addicted. We can't sit still while stuff goes on without us. I push, you pull, we moved things and got things done. I fell, you caught, I fought, you built.
We made things happen and got closer than just work buddies, just friends. We're best friends. I can't express, you won't express, neither of us want to feel at all. Don't we ever have a moment where we could have something more than a best friendship?
But tell me about her. I want to know why not. Why not me. Why someone else. I can't sit here thinking that it's another pair of legs...
Opera
You're in love with her, aren't you?
Gods.
She's you dream girl. Everything you've ever wanted.
...I'm sorry.
...I'm selfish.
...I...
...I can't stop wanting her out of your life.
You need her. Or if you don't, soon you will.
I'm sorry.
I can't help it. I want you, too. As someone to take care of. Because then that would take care of me and we'd be taking care of each other.
I'm so jealous.
I do want you to be happy, but I want to be happy too.
I want you to be happy with me.
I can't be that close to you. Never again. If you hug me once more, I'll lose my mind and I'll do something stupid or say something and my world will come crashing down because not even the People's anihilation scares me as much as your frown...
But would you hurt enough to cry if it didn't work out?
Not yet, certainly, but after weeks, months...
years?
I'm ill thinking about it. Tears would be worse than a frown. I couldn't abide tears. I don't hold with tears.
Tears are my downfall. My tears, yours, ours, anybody's. Always my weakness.
Such drama in a moment. Such passion in a heartbeat. Opera is like that. Caring is like that.
I'd have to dry your tears, should they ever fall. Got to bandage up what hurts right away.
I don't hold with long hurts.
So if she's what stops the tears, she's what it's got to be.
But she doesn't stop mine.
Are tears your downfall too?
A Lost Island
...I hope I get home to see you.
I need to tell you that I love you.
Then I can die, if I have to.
Three Years' Passing
No!
...Really?
She's gone, you say?
After three months?
It just wasn't meant to be?
Oh, no, I am sorry to hear about it. I knew how excited you were.
(Thank you, gods.)
So you're still looking then?
No?
Just going to take it easy for awhile?
(I'd better not smile. It'll give me away. Thank you, gods.)
Bachelorship is probably just what you need.
Can't have you turning into Casanova on me. I just got back and I need stability, thankyouverymuch.
(Good, good, voice playful but not too expressive. There! A smile from him. (Thank you, gods.) It's okay to grin now...)
So, what have I missed?
...Sool's gone?
Yes!
(Another grin! Wha-! Ooooooooh. Good, put your arm around my shoulders. (Thank you, gods.) Bye, Artemis. Now, back to what we were saying...)
And what have you been up to?
Section Eight kicked you out?
Oh, I see...Vinyaya hired you somewhere else. How's the budget?
You're kidding.
You're not kidding!
Well then, I'm sure you've been busy!
Tell me about it.
You missed me?
(You have no idea how happy that makes me. Thank you, gods.)
Well, I'm glad to hear it.
Excuse me? -or- Cleaning Up
Who's the female now! This is breaking my heart!
You're all sleek and shiny and handsome and-
Oh. Oh!
...Really?
Well, then...put the hat back on. It's very...you.
First Kiss
Oh. Oh my.
Well.
Come here. I want you do do that again...
