Jesper says the right person, and Wilhelm's thoughts turn back to a prince with golden eyes and a kind heart. He crumples up that fantasy before it can get too far. He's not here to talk about his own love life, which exists only in these in-between places. Friends-but-more, lovers-but-less. Fooling around with two boys but having none. He's here to support Jesper while he carries all these hard, heavy feelings, as Jesper has done for him.
"It's hard. Loving someone, and knowing they love you too, but...for whatever reason, it still doesn't line up."
He'd been there with Simon.
Trying out the optimism he associates with Jesper, he continues, "Maybe things will change, and someday you'll line up again."
Wilhelm reaches over to squeeze his hand in reassurance. The touch is brief, as he has to take the stick shift again to change gears through a turn, but he hopes it conveys his feelings. Really, for all that Jesper calls him sweet, he has a heart like sunshine, all golden and warm and beaming everywhere. Wilhelm doesn't know if he would be able to let go of someone he loves so gracefully — he would have to be pried from his grip.
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"It's hard. Loving someone, and knowing they love you too, but...for whatever reason, it still doesn't line up."
He'd been there with Simon.
Trying out the optimism he associates with Jesper, he continues, "Maybe things will change, and someday you'll line up again."
Wilhelm reaches over to squeeze his hand in reassurance. The touch is brief, as he has to take the stick shift again to change gears through a turn, but he hopes it conveys his feelings. Really, for all that Jesper calls him sweet, he has a heart like sunshine, all golden and warm and beaming everywhere. Wilhelm doesn't know if he would be able to let go of someone he loves so gracefully — he would have to be pried from his grip.