[ That's all he says, for a while. It's important for him that Magnus knows - or at least hears him say - that Odin isn't going to do that kind of thing anymore. He's not going to put people on a pedestal, projecting what he wants onto them and acting however he likes even at the cost of their comfort. He's not going to treat Poe like some prize to win, the way a legendary sword or a forbidden grimoire might be - he's not going to tell Poe how he feels, if this feeling keeps going and going and going as long as he thinks it might. He just wanted to know if those feelings were okay, maybe. ]
sorry for asking that. It was kind of fucked up? I just wanted to know your thoughts I guess.
I'm gonna go I think. I wanna talk to Peter - I need to see if he thinks I should come home. I need to hug him, too? He gives these amazing hugs, it's-- mind-blowing that someone so stupid could be so good at hugs. I think he's asleep so I'm going to make him regret letting his guard down around me.
[did I make it worse, Magnus worries, shutting Alex's phone off and putting it into his thieved hoodie pocket. he's not sure, bites at his lip. the looming trees around him don't offer any answers, even if they do offer a sense of peace and comfort he wishes he could share with his friend, stuck up somewhere cold and distant]
i know you wouldn't, odin. and it wasn't fucked up to ask. i'm sorry i don't know much about relationships and stuff. alex is still up and probably will be for a bunch more hours, if it would help to talk to somebody with more experience.
i never had a peter hug. i'm glad he gives good ones. make sure you get a bunch. you can pretend one is from me, i think he'd be cool with me spiritually borrowing his hug skills.
you never have to apologise for being upset and needing help. i'm glad you messaged me even though i have a dumb sleepy baby bedtime. you're one of my best friends, and i want to be there for you. let me know what you and peter decide whenever, okay?
No, it's okay. I'm not asking you because I expect you to have all the answers. I'm asking you because - I love you, I guess? We've both got roughly the same amount of experience with all this, you're just also, like - The Happy End version. So. I don't know. I don't know what I'm talking about? I just wanted, Magnus. Words. Because you're Magnus.
[ stupid. he's stupid. odin stares down at the message he just sent, bitterly angry with himself. he can't even talk to his friends right. ]
I'll hit you up later after I talk to Peter, or if I decide to come home, or something. Thank you again for the offer. Try and get some sleep?
you don't need to explain. it's ok. and yeah, i'll try.
[except he's not doing that. he'll be climbing down the ladder, pacing back out to Alex's studio, to give her back her phone and curl up on some throw pillows near her. not on her -- she's trying to paint, working on the invitations for their house warming party. he'd like to try and stay up, to get Odin's text back; if he doesn't, dozes off in the warmth of the warm studio and to the sound of bristles on paper, Alex will hear the buzz and attend to it]
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[ That's all he says, for a while. It's important for him that Magnus knows - or at least hears him say - that Odin isn't going to do that kind of thing anymore. He's not going to put people on a pedestal, projecting what he wants onto them and acting however he likes even at the cost of their comfort. He's not going to treat Poe like some prize to win, the way a legendary sword or a forbidden grimoire might be - he's not going to tell Poe how he feels, if this feeling keeps going and going and going as long as he thinks it might. He just wanted to know if those feelings were okay, maybe. ]
sorry for asking that. It was kind of fucked up?
I just wanted to know your thoughts I guess.
I'm gonna go I think. I wanna talk to Peter - I need to see if he thinks I should come home. I need to hug him, too? He gives these amazing hugs, it's-- mind-blowing that someone so stupid could be so good at hugs.
I think he's asleep so I'm going to make him regret letting his guard down around me.
Thanks, again.
Sorry.
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i know you wouldn't, odin. and it wasn't fucked up to ask. i'm sorry i don't know much about relationships and stuff. alex is still up and probably will be for a bunch more hours, if it would help to talk to somebody with more experience.
i never had a peter hug. i'm glad he gives good ones. make sure you get a bunch. you can pretend one is from me, i think he'd be cool with me spiritually borrowing his hug skills.
you never have to apologise for being upset and needing help. i'm glad you messaged me even though i have a dumb sleepy baby bedtime. you're one of my best friends, and i want to be there for you. let me know what you and peter decide whenever, okay?
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[ stupid. he's stupid. odin stares down at the message he just sent, bitterly angry with himself. he can't even talk to his friends right. ]
I'll hit you up later after I talk to Peter, or if I decide to come home, or something. Thank you again for the offer.
Try and get some sleep?
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[except he's not doing that. he'll be climbing down the ladder, pacing back out to Alex's studio, to give her back her phone and curl up on some throw pillows near her. not on her -- she's trying to paint, working on the invitations for their house warming party. he'd like to try and stay up, to get Odin's text back; if he doesn't, dozes off in the warmth of the warm studio and to the sound of bristles on paper, Alex will hear the buzz and attend to it]
talk to you soon odin.