[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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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.