The name spoke to me...So I changed it.
Chapter 7: Knowing.
-Oz and Gilbert decide to keep their distance away from each other for the time being, things become awkward and uneasy between the two because of it. A certain blonde-haired man catches Oz's interest. And just what is it about Oz that Gilbert cannot understand?-
August 13th, 2013.
Tuesday.
It's has been a week and one day since Oz has arrived at the Pandora Hearts Hospital's "Out-Reach Program", and Oz couldn't have felt more uneasy and awkward because of all the time he spent inside the hospital, and the inpatient dorm building.
For one, Oz decided that he and Gilbert are on very different terms with one another—Oz's 'term' being more, touchy feely, lip smacking, and hand searching. While Gilbert's 'term' is probably along the lines of—and Oz is only taking a wild guess at this but—a sibling/bodyguard relationship, strictly platonic and serious.
And Oz has decided that because of those two very different things that they probably both feel about one another, is that he would not touch, or have any contact with the security guard—turned bodyguard—because that would prove to be more of a nuisance if Oz happened to develop…Unwanted and…Unnecessary, feelings towards his own bodyguard.
So for the last week and one day, Oz has kept to himself, said very little to Gilbert—only when it was absolutely necessary and kept his hands—as hard and vexing as it was—to himself. But that doesn't mean that Oz was ignoring Gilbert completely, hell no, he would constantly bug the crap outta the older male, just to get some form of conversation between him and Gil, he would always give Gilbert one of his best smiles, be polite as possible, but still be a nuisance at the same time, they would constantly argue over trivial things, just because it proved as some sick form of entertainment to the blonde-haired teenager, and he would always trick or pull pranks on Gilbert on daily basis.
But at the same time, keep things to a minimum, as hard as that was, because he didn't want to give Gilbert the wrong impression of himself, meaning; Oz doesn't want anything more from Gilbert than just being his friend, and a patient that needed being looked after or 'guarded'.
So what has Oz decided to do with this new-found platonic relationship between him and Gilbert? Easy…
Nothing.
Absolutely nothing. Oz is pretending that he is nothing more than a friend to Gilbert—because that part was actually very true and less difficult to portray—and that he views Gilbert as nothing more than a bodyguard and a friend.
And because of that, Oz is keeping his little playful quips, his hands, his sly expressions, smiles, his irksome and exasperating attitude, his keen and sadistic sense of humor, to himself. As a way to not confuse the security guard further and have him think that Oz wanted something completely different between their platonic relationship.
But at the same time it would be a lot of fun for Oz, if he did start to give Gilbert the wrong—or possibly right?—impression.
Oz will give Gilbert a few playful little jabs here, tiny pointless little arguments there, a few hand gestures, a couple sly glances, a touch of a hand, and a press of his mouth and—
"NO!" Oz suddenly shouts, beet red and nervous looking as he all but launches himself out of his desk and to the wall.
Once Oz looks up from the floor boards of the recreational Room—for the group gathering of Expressive Therapy—he is met with several nervous glances from some of the patient's around him inside the rec room, and is also met with side-long and boring stares from the rest, as though Oz's outburst was an everyday occurrence to them.
Which it probably was. As sad as that sounds.
Oz nervously smiles, straightens up his hunched over and awkward standing position at the spot beside the wall and behind his desk, and scratches nervously at his head. "I-I'm sorry about that…Speaking my mind again…But this time…Very loudly…" Oz gives a sad sigh of derision and puts up both his hands in surrender. "Sorry, it won't happen again, this time I swear." He declares, giving Sharon a beaming grin as he marks an "X" over his chest.
Before he makes his way back to his desk and sits down with a held in groan.
'No more thinking about that security guard…' Oz thought, wrinkling his nose in offence. 'Gilbert will be the death of me…'
Flicking his emerald eyes from the front of his desk, he shoots them around the patients huddled up around the room, some of them were silently talking to themselves, others were chattering to one another in harsh whispers, and most of them, were sitting alone, not paying attention to other patients, and keeping to themselves.
And that is exactly what Oz has been doing ever since he got acquainted with the hospital's schedule, he's been keeping to himself inside each of his therapy sessions, group therapy sessions, expressive therapy, and other tasks that are written in Sharon's hand writing on the home-made schedule he received from the giggly strawberry blonde nurse herself.
He made friends with Gilbert, but at the moment, the security guard was standing outside the doorway of the rec room, keeping an eye on the hospital's patients and his surroundings, while he sneakily peeked in through the window on the other side of the door, to check up on Oz every once in a while, then go back to what he was doing before-hand.
Oz also made friends with the short stature, dark haired girl named Alice, and also learnt that her last name is Baskerville. Oz would check up on Alice, so to speak, by peering curiously over to her from his own area, and watch her body movements, facial expressions, and the way she spoke to others, whenever he didn't get a chance to talk with Alice alone and get to know her.
But Oz decided that getting to know Alice better would have to wait.
There were more important things happening around him, not Gilbert, not Alice, and certainly not making friends, and definitely NOT giving any trace of weakness he saw inside himself, away to the other people watching—the "other people", being the therapists, counsellors, doctors, and the nurses.
There were more important things happening around him…Important things like…
Oz peeks over to the long blonde-haired man sitting two seats down across from him to his right, caught and concentrated on the fluid and graceful movements of the obviously older male.
How was it obvious that the blonde-haired man is older than him?
Simple, the man was taller than him, almost as tall as Gilbert—but the blonde-haired man was probably just a mere inch or two shorter than the dark haired security guard—the man had such youthful and handsome qualities—that were unlike any others, especially Oz himself—to his face structure, which was remarkably beautiful, his body looked well-toned and lithe—compared to his own small limbs and muscle prominence—and the man's legs…Oz could write a beautiful poem about those legs—that could go on for days…In his opinion—and the man was just so obviously older than Oz himself, that the blonde-haired teenager couldn't help but feel an attraction to the blonde-haired stranger because of it.
Well technically, the man wasn't a stranger, Oz knew his name.
Which was Vincent.
But he hardly knew anything about him, either than the fact that his looks are alarmingly handsome, the man has nice legs, and strange, unique, and oddly beautiful eye colours—which took Oz by surprise at first, for the mere fact that one of Vincent's eyes was a beautiful golden colour, while the other eye, his right eye, was the colour of a deep red wine—and that the man's name was Vincent.
'I don't even know his last name…And I don't even know how his voice sounds…Why do I want to throw myself at him…?' Oz thought, groaning lightly inside the quite room as he ducks his head and tucks his face within the crook of his arm as he rests his head on his desk. 'Is it because his face reminds me of someone? Maybe it's his name? Or maybe…it's just because of his looks?' Oz thought, peering back over to the blonde-haired man again, and resisted the urge to shiver when his eyes happen to land on the bare skin of Vincent's hip.
When Vincent raised both his arms and hands into the air above his golden coloured head and gave a light yawn, which caused his well fitted black dress shirt to ride slightly up with the languid and graceful movement, the pale skin of his hip was peeking out from under the shirt.
Oz groans again inside his head. 'What is wrong with me…? Why Vincent?' Oz thought, letting his eyes linger longer on the pale skinned man.
Who happens to turn his head in Oz's direction at that exact moment.
Their eyes met, emerald eyes widening, gold and red eyes widen slightly, before they narrow when the man happens to beam Oz a friendly—and very handsome looking—smile.
Which causes Oz to stare hopelessly lost at the man's pale face. 'Holy crap! He's looking at me! He also caught me staring! How embarrassing…!' Oz screams inside his head.
Finally the inner turmoil settled inside Oz's stomach once the man give him one last smile, before Vincent finally turns his attention away from him.
And Oz relaxes into his desk and gives a quiet and barely audible sigh.
'He's so awesome…' Oz thought breathlessly, small smile gracing his lips.
3:00 P.M
It was now—thankfully—Journal time, that meant that Oz was free to either head back to his room at the inpatient dorm building, or wander to the therapy grounds and sit inside the garden.
Oz chose the latter; he'd rather sit outside in the cool breeze and underneath the shade of the Gilbert's favourite oak tree and write freely inside his journal, then head back to his room where he can't see the sun and be alone in his thoughts.
Which were proving to be quite difficult to contain, what with Vincent clouding his thoughts, and a certain dark haired security guard popping up inside his head at the most dreadful of times.
'I should sit under the shade and cool off.' Oz thought, wrinkling his nose in displeasure at realizing that all he could think about are two fully grown men.
So with a sigh, he grabs his journal that was sitting beside him inside the Recreational room and gets up from within the white leather couch.
"I'm going outside Sharon!" Oz announces, smiling over to the strawberry blonde nurse, who sat with a couple other patients on the other side of the air hockey table.
Sharon looks up from the book she was reading aloud to the patients sitting around her and up to Oz, and with a smile, she nods her head. "Enjoy your time outside Oz, remember, Yoga starts at exactly 3:30, so be back in time." She replies with a warning gleam inside her eyes.
Oz shivers at the knowing stare, and quickly nods his head in affirmation that he won't miss as he quickly makes a dash for the door, just as he bursts open through the door, he's met with a loud yelp of surprise and a gasping Gil on the other side of the door.
Oz peers down curiously at the gasping form of Gilbert on the floor and kneels down in front of him. "What happened?" He asks, smirking when Gilbert flashes his golden eyes up to him in a glare and a scowl pressed across his face.
"What do you mean 'what happened?' you scared the shit outta me!" The security guard snaps as he gets up from the floor.
Oz takes a step back from the angry security guard and shrugs carelessly. "You shouldn't be standing so close to doorways then Gilbert." Oz replies humorlessly, then he thumbs behind himself. "Sharon said I can go outside to write in my journal."
Gilbert growls, still not wanting to let the door thing go, but shrugs and begins to head into the direction of the exit. "Fine. But this time Oz, can you actually write in your journal? And not make silly doodles?" Gilbert asks with a sigh.
Oz smiles brightly and winks over to Gilbert, who quickly looks away. "I'll try, but don't be snooping over my shoulder like you did last time." Oz scolds. "You're invading someone else's privacy." Oz teases, pushing Gilbert lightly with his hand as he starts walking ahead of the tall dark haired man.
Gilbert merely rolls his eyes. "Whatever." He replies sardonically. Then he flicks his golden eyes into the direction of the blonde-haired teenager, and caught the swaying of the teen's hips every time he took a hurried step towards the exit.
The security guard shakes his head at himself and continues down the long stretch of hallway with a sigh escaping his lips. 'Control yourself; this isn't how you would normally look at teenager's. Oz is just…A weird attractive person. It'll settle and pass.' Gilbert notes. Not knowing whether he was trying to convince himself, or others.
Finally looking up from the hallways marbled stone floors, he blinks and notices that Oz was nowhere to be seen in front of him.
"Oz?" Calls Gilbert unsurely, making sure to take small and careful steps as he peeks his head around the corner of the hallway, having a suspicion that the teenager was merely waiting around the corner just so he can trip him—like Oz has done to him on numerous occasions—but as he peeks, he sees not a head of golden hair in sight.
Wrinkling his brow in confusion he looks both ways inside the hallway, Oz wasn't around. Now suddenly filled with the feeling of dread, and concern, he hurriedly makes his way over to the other side of the hallway and takes a fast right turn to where he think Oz might've been heading to.
'The exit is nowhere near here…I wonder if he got lost or…Ran somewhere…?' Gilbert thought, taking long legged strides down the hallway. 'He is NOT running away!' Gilbert roars inside his head. 'Right…?'
"Giiiiiiil!"
He freezes instantly at the voice and sighs heavily as relief washes over him. Turning his head over his shoulder, he catches Oz sitting in one of the many random love-seats situated inside the hospital, and points an accusing finger at Oz's happily smiling face.
"Don't take off like that." Gilbert orders, narrowing his eyes suspiciously at Oz.
Who only tilts his head with a smirk. "And who said I took off? I noticed that you were lagging along behind me, and thought I'll just wait here for you to catch up." Oz replies, kicking his legs up on the brown coloured love-seat cushions, and leans his back on the arm-rest of the couch as he drags his journal from his hand, to his lap. "I like it here, I think I'll write my journal here." Oz announces, patting the love-seat with his hand, before he opens up his journal and flicks his pen open.
Gilbert sighs and leans casually against the corner of the wall; Oz made himself comfortable on the brown leather love-seat and took up all the room to the couch. He didn't mind standing, because with the way Oz was sitting, in a curled up position with his knees drawn up nearly halfway to his chest, and with the suns beaming rays streaming in through the bar-less window, it made the scene before him look completely comfortable, natural, and picture worthy.
Picture worthy, because Gilbert really likes photography and was an amateur photographer, he only wished he brought his camera along with him to work like he was going to do this morning.
"Did you want to sit Gilbert?"
Gilbert looks from the window, down to Oz, to see him peering up at him in curiosity.
"'Cos it looks like you wanna, when you keep staring at the couch." Oz notes aloud as he begins to move his legs away from his chest, only to stop when Gilbert suddenly shakes his head.
"No thanks, I'm good with standing." Gilbert replies, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilts his head down and leans closer into the wall.
Oz merely nods his head and goes back to writing inside his journal.
Gilbert purses his lip in displeasure. 'Why didn't I just sit down with him? My legs are kinda sore…But then we would be crowded and cramped inside the small love-seat…Practically hip to hip…' Gilbert tightly shuts both his eyes and wills the delightful image out of his head. 'It's better if I stand.'
"What are you doing in the corner Gilbert?"
At the sound of a voice coming from directly beside them, Oz and Gilbert both turn their heads into the direction.
And Oz's eyes felt like they were bugging out right from his skull at the sight of the blonde-haired man, Vincent, who stood with a casual hand pushed into his pocket of his black fitted dress pants while the other hand pushed aside a stray long length of blonde-hair from the side of his pale featured face.
Vincent smiles at his elder brother, Gilbert, then blinks at the bright blonde-haired teenager sitting inside the love-seat in front of his brother. At a first glance, it looked as though his brother was about to do unspeakable acts with this…Teen, in the middle of the hallway. But when he peered closer at the teenage boy, it seemed like Gilbert was merely keeping an eye on him while he wrote inside his journal.
Smiling again at the blonde-haired teenager, he removes his hand from the tight confines of his pocket—damn these tight pants to hell for constricting his waist—and held his hand out to the smaller boy. "Hello, my name is Vincent, your Oz I assume?" Vincent greets, hand still out-stretched towards the gawking teenager. He instantly recognized the boy, merely because he caught him staring directly him while in Expressive Therapy.
Oz mentally slaps himself for letting Vincent hold out his hand longer than necessary, as he quickly shuts his journal with a snap and sits upright in the love-seat to shake the older man's hand with a shaky nervous smile stretched widely across his face.
"H-hello—"Damn his shaky voice to hell. "—it's a pleasure to meet you Vincent, and yes, my name is Oz." He states uneasily, before he clears his throat and plasters on a sly mask of mischievousness. "Oz Vessalius…" He practically purrs, finally releasing his hold on Vincent's hand. "And I take it you know Gilbert already." He states with a smirk directed to Gilbert.
Who only shakes his head and looks away.
"That's because, he's my older brother Oz." Vincent states, smiling brightly.
Oz's mouth goes agape in shock as he quickly flicks his eyes to and fro from between each man inside the hallway in front of him. 'Brothers?' Oz screams inside his head in refusal. He looks to Gilbert's face, memorizing each handsome detail as he quickly directs his attention to Vincent, who was standing in front of him, and yes, he now saw the similarities in their expressions and facial structures.
Vincent's eyes had the same shape as Gilbert's if not a little more narrowed in size, Gilbert's skin was a little bit more on the tanned side, but that could be because Gilbert spent his days out in the sun patrolling the grounds, while Vincent on the other hand, had to stay in-doors because he was a fellow patient at the Pandora Hearts Hospital as well, Vincent had the same golden colour to his left eye like Gilbert's own bright gold eyes, but from facial structures, they still looked like brother's, but Vincent's facial structure was more on the feminine side, while Gilbert, was more on the manly and rugged side. Vincent had long golden coloured hair that looked straight as far as Oz could tell, while Gilbert had dark brown wavy hair that stuck up oddly in strands around his face and head. Vincent had nice long legs, Gilbert…Had the same legs, but a bit more on the toned side, while Vincent's was lithe in comparison.
'They ARE brothers…Damn…' Oz thought. 'Okay…Now I know why I kept staring at Vincent…Because he looked familiar…Gilbert's YOUNGER brother?'
"Then how old are you?" Oz suddenly gasps, eyes further widening.
Vincent merely chuckles behind his hand and smiles down at Oz. "I'm 23-years-old."
"Only?" Oz presses.
"Why do you always say 'only?'" Gilbert suddenly hisses.
Oz ignores Gilbert's out-burst and gestures for Vincent to take a seat beside him. "Would you like to sit down? I saw you yawning today in class…Looked like you were pretty bushed." Oz suggests, moving closer to the arm rest beside him as a way to make room for Vincent.
Who smiles at the suggestion and nods his head. "I am kind of…Tired…" He replies, holding a hand up to his mouth as he yawns in between his sentence. He waits for Oz to squeeze over to the other side of the couch, before he turns around and takes a seat. "This couch is surprisingly…" He trails off.
"Comfortable?" Oz muses, smiling small as he sets his journal down on the floor in front of his feet.
Vincent nods. "Yes, it looks like it's made of cheap materials, but its soft." He states, running his delicate hand across the cushion of the love-seat that sat in between him and Oz.
Oz smiles. "So you're a patient here too?" Oz asks casually, leaning more comfortably against the arm rest of the couch. "I don't want to pry, so I won't ask you any…unnecessary questions. But how long have you been a patient here?" He asks lightly, almost shyly, because he didn't want to seem too interested or nosy.
Vincent shrugs a shoulder.
Making the movement seem so relaxed and graceful to Oz's deep gaze.
"I've been here for about a year now." Vincent replies. "And you?"
"Only a week and one day." Oz replies. "So how long did it take to get used to the schedule?" Oz asks.
Vincent turns his head to look over his shoulder at Oz and props his left arm on the arm rest as he cradles his chin in the center of his palm. "Two days." He declares with a smile.
Oz shakes his head. "I don't believe that, because I'm still not used to getting up so darn early, and all the hallways…" Oz shakes his head again at the thought. "Too much twists and turns that I get easily lost." He admits with a small chuckle.
Vincent smiles and makes a sweeping gesture with his hand. "Well if you walk around more, and if you have an excellent chauffeur, so to speak," He shrugs at his choice of words. "You can have a better layout of the hospital grounds." He states with a smile. "I would gladly give you a tour of the hospital grounds and the Activity Center if you like."
Oz's eyes light up with glee. "Really? I would like that!" Oz states with a bright smile.
Gilbert looks on at the delightful scene in front of him with an inkling, sick sort of emotion licking its way up his spine and into his head; Vincent gestures animatedly around him as Oz takes in every word and detail with a bright smile and occasional head nod or two at what Vincent is speaking about. Vincent and Oz are practically squeezing together on the small love-seat as Oz shows him something written on a piece of paper—that Oz took out from within his back pocket—and he watches how Vincent points out mistakes with a shake of his head as he smiles and tells Oz something else of great importance, well it sure seems like it's of great importance when Oz's eyes goes wide in what looks like fear as he quickly scribbles something down onto the piece of paper with a small "thank you" and a smile, and all the while, during the casual exchange of words, smiles, and hand gestures, Gilbert couldn't feel more than…Left out.
Then Gilbert felt his hackles rising when he saw Vincent give Oz "the stare", and Oz responds to that "look" with a shy smile and—is that a blush on his face?
"Alright Vincent!" Gilbert suddenly snaps.
Causing the hallway, and the snuggling duo sharing the love-seat, to go deathly quiet.
Oz blinks at Gilbert's sudden out-burst at his brother and wrinkles his brow in confusion.
Vincent quickly flashes his mixed-matched eyes over to his elder brother, and felt the blood drain from his face when he's met with glaring golden eyes, but then a thought occurred to him, something so obviously obvious. 'Gilbert likes this boy…' Thought Vincent, suddenly, and with a very knowing smile, Vincent gets up from the love-seat; all the while Vincent merely laughs Gilbert's out-burst away.
"I think my brother is trying to tell me to leave you be, so you can continue to write in your journal." He states, looking back to Gilbert with a nod of his head. "I'll leave him be Gil, but after Oz's Yoga class, I'm going to be taking him away from you, for a while."
"What?" Gilbert and Oz ask in unison.
Vincent smiles over to Oz. "Didn't you want me to give you a tour of the hospital and the Activity center?" He asks with a grin.
Oz beams him a smile as he quickly nods his head. "Oh! I thought you meant something else…Heh heh…" Oz chuckles nervously. "But yes! I can't wait for a proper tour Vincent."
Vincent nods his head and sweeps an arm over his stomach as he lightly bows in front of Oz's bewildered and surprised expression. "Then I will see you right after Yoga, Oz." He states with a smile as he straightens up, and gives Oz one last smile, before he turns around and heads towards his brother.
Who was standing behind them silently, with a look of pure and unadulterated envy seeping out from his transfixed and glaring golden eyes during the fast exchange of farewell's coming from him and Oz. Vincent passes Gilbert by, but before he leaves completely out of sight, he smiles darkly when a mischievous and sly little idea occurs to him.
Vincent turns around, gives Gilbert a smile, before he pulls his gaze to Oz, who was still sitting on the couch and staring up at him with amazement easily detectable in those predictable and trustworthy eyes, as he gives the teenage boy a wink and a sliver of a smirk.
"See you later…" The blonde-haired man purrs as he peers his eyes curiously over to Gilbert, who gives him another heated glare, Vincent grins in delight and rounds the corner and out of sight from the two with a dark chuckle slipping passed his lips.
'How much do you trust him already Gil?' thought Vincent, eyes narrowing at the sudden dreadful thought, at first it was all fun in games, because he absolutely adored the look of pure envy and jealously inside Gilbert's expression, but then there was also a reason of "Why" Gilbert would be that jealous, it was obvious that Gilbert liked the teenager, but why? How? And since when exactly? Did he honestly—and already—been replaced by that brat?
'He'll break your trust sooner or later brother, as did the many other people you have cared about before…' Vincent balls his hands into fists at the memory of the many other people who have broken, and betrayed Gilbert's kind trust.
He schools his angered expression with a calm stoic mask as he gives the passing by nurses, a small smile and a wave, but just as he turns another sharp corner, the smile all but disappears as he drags a hand to his mouth and growls lowly inside his palm. Gilbert's affections, his attention, and his devotion, was no longer pointed to him, instead, Vincent felt as though he's been replaced entirely by Oz.
He shakes his head at such a thought, but it was true wasn't it? Gilbert hadn't spoken two words about that boy, and then suddenly it's already been decided that Gilbert will now devote his entire trust on the boy that Vincent himself have barely even spoken a word to?
'How could Gil…Just replace me like nothing? Haven't I been the one who stood beside him? Wasn't I the one who rebuilt my older brother when he was at his low? Who is this brat?' Vincent thought, and suddenly, he got an idea. He would make Oz trust him, he would make Oz tell him all of his dirtiest secrets, and HE will be the one to tell Gilbert all about the lies and secrets that the boy has been keeping from him. Now the only thing he needed to do, was get closer to Oz. Much closer.
He smiles maliciously as he takes a seat on the red couch further in the back of the library inside of the hospital, a couch that has been pulled all the way to the corner of the wall beside a window. He drags both his hands up to his face and pulls one leg close to his chest as he leans on the windowsill beside him. 'I will make him trust me, I'll make him confide in ME, I'll sweet talk him, tell him everything he always wanted to hear, and then break him, and make Gilbert realize that Oz is nothing more than easy trash.' His plan has been made, now all that's left he needed to do, was take action.
Back in the corner of the hospital; with Oz sitting completely immobile inside the loveseat, with a hand raised to his smiling lips, Gilbert continues to stand with his head turned away from Oz completely, with a look of discomfort and a melancholic expression hidden away from the blonde-haired teenager.
And when Gilbert suddenly hears a wistful sigh and a giggle of happiness coming from Oz, he couldn't help but close his eyes with a pained look.
'He's already under his spell…' Gilbert thought, resisting the urge to just turn tail and run for the comfort of his favourite tree.
"He really is your younger brother, isn't he Gil?" Came Oz's wistful sounding question.
Gilbert furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he turns around and faces Oz once again, with a look of suspicion seen in both his eyes. "What does that mean?" He asks suspiciously.
Oz gives him a bright smile and a casual shrug of his shoulder as he leans his back onto the back-rest of the loveseat and tilts his head up towards the warm rays of the sun that is streaming in through the window up above his blonde coloured head. "He has more confidence than you…"
At that sudden honest sounding confession from Oz, Gilbert couldn't help but feel his anxiety rise as his thoughts were suddenly grasped in fear and awareness. He really was a bumbling idiot compared to his younger brother. He knew Oz would realize this and turn away from him to chase after his much mature and calmer younger brother. And at that sudden thought and idea, it frightened and angered him.
"But you two share the same handsome looks."
Gilbert felt the blood drain from his face, only for it to rise ten-fold when he flashes his surprised looking eyes back to Oz, who only smiles knowingly at him with a small tilt of his head.
"Gilbert may be a little more…Awkward, self-conscious, secluded, clumsy, and loud."
"Hey!" Gilbert tries to object.
Only for the security guard to be silenced by Oz raising his right hand to his slyly smirking lips as Oz crosses his legs to sit Indian style inside the love-seat as he winks at the—once again—blushing bodyguard.
"But Gilbert is my best friend," Oz announces with complete honesty as he smiles at the obvious stunned and surprised expression of Gilbert's as he chuckles lightly into his hand. "And because Gil just knows how to make me laugh and smile…and mean it too."
Gilbert felt his heart warm at that confession, and unwittingly, at the sudden warmth that erupts inside his chest, he raises his left hand and holds it over his heart, where he feels it thump erratically underneath his palm as his eyes stare helplessly lost at the smiling youth before him.
"I'm…Your, b-best friend?" Gilbert repeats nervously.
Oz pouts and folds his arms over his chest. "I just said that, didn't I?" He says stubbornly, before he smirks. "And why do you sound so nervous? Scared to be my best friend?"
"No!" Gilbert objects, raising his voice, before he sighs heavily and walks over to Oz.
Who goes uncharacteristically nervous as his entire body goes rigged once he notices Gilbert coming towards him to the couch, with an obvious serious intent gleaming inside his blazing golden eyes.
"G-Gil—" Oz gasps in unease.
Only for him to be rendered speechless when all Gilbert did, was bend down to one knee to kneel in front of him, picks up his fallen Journal book, and holds it out towards Oz with a small smile and a whispered.
"Thank you."
As he gently puts the book down onto Oz's bent knee and straightens up his bent over posture to check his silver wrist watch hidden under the black sleeve of his trench coat.
"It's already 4 o'clock Oz, in about 30 minutes it'll be dinner time." The security guard announces to the still stunned looking Oz. "So better get a move on and write in your journal before then." Gilbert reprimands, eyes and voice once again serious as he gives Oz an accusatory finger point, before he goes back to his spot at the wall of the little enclosed and comfortable corner of the hospital.
Oz looks from Gilbert, to the journal with confusion, before he shakes his head and sighs heavily. "But I don't wannaaaaaaa…!" He whines, kicking his feet in the air.
Oh my...Bad boy Oz...IMPURE! IMPURE! Anyways...
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