Jay's expecting derision, sarcasm, hostility. Not... not this. This is... it's... he doesn't even know what to do with it.
He looks at Tim, vaguely stunned, only able to look because Tim can't look back.
He drifts over slowly, because he has to do something. He didn't realize Tim thought they were - he almost wrote that they were friends and then he chickened out, because he didn't... is that what they are? He considers Tim one, but it's always kind of been in a there's-no-other-word-for-it way. He certainly never thought they'd be using the word out loud, gently, like this.
Jay reaches out and taps Tim's hand gently, the signal meant to draw him to the Ouija board. He drifts over to the board and waits until Tim is in position, and then carefully, patiently spells out, We'll be okay.
He can't promise that and he doesn't really know what it even means, much less if it's true, but it just feels like the thing to say.
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He looks at Tim, vaguely stunned, only able to look because Tim can't look back.
He drifts over slowly, because he has to do something. He didn't realize Tim thought they were - he almost wrote that they were friends and then he chickened out, because he didn't... is that what they are? He considers Tim one, but it's always kind of been in a there's-no-other-word-for-it way. He certainly never thought they'd be using the word out loud, gently, like this.
Jay reaches out and taps Tim's hand gently, the signal meant to draw him to the Ouija board. He drifts over to the board and waits until Tim is in position, and then carefully, patiently spells out, We'll be okay.
He can't promise that and he doesn't really know what it even means, much less if it's true, but it just feels like the thing to say.