I'm not dumb... [No, his insult couldn't be taken seriously, but Wolfram could still be grumpy about it. Just... not for long, because Terra was being sweet. In words and in actions. It was difficult even to be irritated at him.
Also he'd just told Wolfram that he loved him. And implied that it wasn't platonic. He's inclined to believe him, he really is, because he wants to. It feels nice being told such a thing, especially coming from Terra, who meant the world to him and who was usually so emotionally reserved. But he was also drunk... So what if Wolfram had just misunderstood him? Either way, he can't just ignore what had been said.
He wraps his arm a little tighter around Terra, pressing a kiss into his hair.] I love you too, you drunk dork. Now go to sleep.
[That salad he brought back for him may be a little wilted in the morning, but at this point he doesn't really care. Not enough to push Terra away to go get it, anyway. Food could wait.]
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Also he'd just told Wolfram that he loved him. And implied that it wasn't platonic. He's inclined to believe him, he really is, because he wants to. It feels nice being told such a thing, especially coming from Terra, who meant the world to him and who was usually so emotionally reserved. But he was also drunk... So what if Wolfram had just misunderstood him? Either way, he can't just ignore what had been said.
He wraps his arm a little tighter around Terra, pressing a kiss into his hair.] I love you too, you drunk dork. Now go to sleep.
[That salad he brought back for him may be a little wilted in the morning, but at this point he doesn't really care. Not enough to push Terra away to go get it, anyway. Food could wait.]