He looks up when Kyle describes his erstwhile roommate as very handsome, and the walls comes down to reveal a look of stark recognition. Wilhelm knows all too well the ache of what could have been, which is only sharpened by the glimpses he got of it. A collage of stolen moments with Simon.
Even now, he hardly ever frames the what ifs in terms of what he could have done differently. In his mind, he had no choice but to make the statement denying his involvement in the video — one of those stolen moments that got taken from him and passed around online. Something tender that got twisted into a scandal.
He frames them in terms of his circumstances, to which he was helpless. Because he's a prince, he couldn't be himself. Because he's a prince, he couldn't be with Simon.
"What...ended up happening?"
The question stumbles out hesitantly, because Wilhelm supposes Kyle wouldn't be telling this story at all if it had a happy ending. There would be no what might have been.
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Even now, he hardly ever frames the what ifs in terms of what he could have done differently. In his mind, he had no choice but to make the statement denying his involvement in the video — one of those stolen moments that got taken from him and passed around online. Something tender that got twisted into a scandal.
He frames them in terms of his circumstances, to which he was helpless. Because he's a prince, he couldn't be himself. Because he's a prince, he couldn't be with Simon.
"What...ended up happening?"
The question stumbles out hesitantly, because Wilhelm supposes Kyle wouldn't be telling this story at all if it had a happy ending. There would be no what might have been.