[ Phoenix wants to say something. There's a quiet itch under his skin, the fear of a power he only barely knows. The uncertainty of a power he's only just started to regain. He knows it's potential in scale - in how easily he could hurt the people he loves. He dips his head a little.
Doesn't say anything to that, not yet. It does sound nice. For a moment he quiets, he stills. More Billy than William or Phoenix as he takes a long drink and listens. ]
... You'd be unhappy even if we could, because you want to change. That's be unfair to you.
[ Phoenix answers simply after a moment. A finger running across the black of the glass as he glances over at Loki. Quiet, still, and the playfulness dropping away to seriousness. ]
They are. And if you linger too long, you'll miss others. [ A beat. ] Does that mean you think this moment is almost over?
[ If he thinks that he's sounding more like them? Phoenix doesn't feel it, but then he's seen so much - felt so much - he's more like the William he knows that existed here than he isn't. The difference in their relationships, in their perspective of self, really is the only real difference. ]
[ He means that, too, in the truest sense of the word. He's glad that this Loki exists and for this particular moment. Smiling a little, Phoenix shifts his hand to entwine his fingers with Loki's. ]
[ It's comforting, the physical connection when it feels weird and like things can break apart I at moment. ]
I am. We both are.
And I'm pretty sure being we're not supposed to be being awkward, sad sacks as you eloquently put it.
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Doesn't say anything to that, not yet. It does sound nice. For a moment he quiets, he stills. More Billy than William or Phoenix as he takes a long drink and listens. ]
... You'd be unhappy even if we could, because you want to change. That's be unfair to you.
[ Phoenix answers simply after a moment. A finger running across the black of the glass as he glances over at Loki. Quiet, still, and the playfulness dropping away to seriousness. ]
They are. And if you linger too long, you'll miss others. [ A beat. ] Does that mean you think this moment is almost over?
[ If he thinks that he's sounding more like them? Phoenix doesn't feel it, but then he's seen so much - felt so much - he's more like the William he knows that existed here than he isn't. The difference in their relationships, in their perspective of self, really is the only real difference. ]
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[And Loki reaches out to Phoenix, to take his hand in his and just feel that bit of connection.]
You're here too.
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[ He means that, too, in the truest sense of the word. He's glad that this Loki exists and for this particular moment. Smiling a little, Phoenix shifts his hand to entwine his fingers with Loki's. ]
[ It's comforting, the physical connection when it feels weird and like things can break apart I at moment. ]
I am. We both are.
And I'm pretty sure being we're not supposed to be being awkward, sad sacks as you eloquently put it.
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[He squeezes Phoenix's hand tight.]
I like this. Just being here. It's enough.
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It is. Thanks, for inviting me.
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[He laughs and scoots in closer to lean his head on Phoenix's shoulder. Don't mind that he's obviously the taller one of the two, okay.]