nothing had changed.
today… today should have been a good day.
well. no. it was a good day.
but in the end, nothing had changed.
saeren comm’ed me. he’s okay, sort of. got really banged up sparring with someone. he asked me to try and bandage him up, take care of him. i couldn’t get some of the bleeding to stop. rythe comm’ed me then; asking if i wanted to make brownies.
i asked him to take care of saeren. rythe’s the best medic i know. they’re both my friends. i want them to get along.
maybe that was a mistake. they snarled and snipped at each other like angry vine cats, until vii’bo got there. it didn’t really even stop then. rythe was an ass, saeren was an ass, even vii’bo was a tiny bit of an ass.
but we still made brownies. and we all sat and talked. and saeren shared sight with vii’bo.
i guess he and rythe love each other. a lot. more than either of them knew.
i’ve never seen rythe so happy.
saeren kept looking at me. vii’bo ended up going to bed. saeren made a joke about how much he loved me - of course, like an idiot, i didn’t take it as a joke at first. then rythe asked about his family and saeren locked up and ended up leaving, but told me to watch the second entry on the datachip.
so i did. i used rythe’s playback and we watched it.
the recording was bad - corrupted almost to the point of being impossible to watch - but it let me know one thing for certain: it wasn’t a joke.
saeren loves me.
he thinks he’s in love with me.
i couldn’t speak. i could barely breathe. all i could think about was the kiss in the hangar the other night, and how i didn’t want it to stop, and especially not at just a kiss.
and then i looked at rythe.
nothing had changed. nothing. there would be no support from my best friend. he would merely watch, and if the relationship crashed and burned, he would simply be there with an i told you so.
i left so he could go to bed. vii’bo had been gone for a good week; rythe needed a chance to be with him. especially after what vii’bo saw during the shared sight.
and i went back to my ship and my paintings.
because nothing had changed.
