Veronica Mars always had to be the hero (or heroine in this case).
Wallace knew, and Veronica probably knew that he knew. But neither would dare to say a thing about it. They would keep the pattern that was established, she'd ask for a favor and he would comply with a question that would never be fully answered.
Some would call it blind faith and funnily… He couldn't deny that it wasn't.
I pity her.. Wallace mused over this fact one day of many that Veronica failed to show up at lunch.
Veronica almost never showed up at lunch anymore. She threw herself into investigation after investigation literally tossing herself into dangers path.
Even so, Wallace didn't say anything. He knew Veronica better than most but he couldn't find the words to tell her. It scared him that she could put herself in danger in the blink of an eye
How could he, Wallace Fennel find the words to express the worry that constantly filled him to the brim?
Maybe he was paranoid. Maybe it was his overactive imagination that saw the gaunt, haunted look she wore whenever she thought she was alone.
But he knew better than that. She spent less and less time with him, or Logan or even Duncan.
It hurt him to see her like this, strong, passionate Veronica Mars was crumbling. Little piece's at a time and every now and again when something major happened a chunk would come crumbling down.
She could pretend all she wanted, she could put up her façade for everyone one else but she couldn't fool him. Veronica stopped fooling him a long time ago, but he couldn't remember when.
Maybe it was the day he got tired of all the favors.
Maybe it was the day he stopped and peered into her eyes, trying to find the hurt buried inside her very soul.
Or maybe… Just maybe it didn't matter to him.
All that mattered was saving the savior. It was obvious to him that she wouldn't do it so for once, he would save her. If only he knew where to start finding the pieces.
Wallace wrestled with himself, buildings up courage, but alas the courage was fragile. It blew away with the slightest doubt.
He delayed… For a long time he did nothing, how could he when was lost in a sea of insecurities?
He delayed until "It" happened.
The day it happened, was the day his heart was fractured, and the pieces flew everywhere.
The day it happened was the day Wallace, hands trembling, dialed her number on his phone and in a trembling timbre he finally told her "Veronica. I know what's up. You know the number. Call me."