Prose log with Wyatt
Who: trueltning_fury and sir_lightfellow
When: the same evening Geddoe returned from his latest jaunt
Where: the tavern
What: a very important talk
The table in the corner of the tavern suited Wyatt fine as he took a seat and began to slowly take sips from his tankard. He knew that Geddoe would have no problems finding him and waited patiently until he showed up.
Despite having just gotten back from an extended trip, Geddoe did not delay. Wyatt never beat around the bush with him, if he needed to talk then he needed to talk. He carried with him a bottle with a yellowed label, even though the tavern naturally had plenty of its own alcohol - and he even ordered a pint as he made his way to Wyatt's corner table. The bottle plunked down between them. "Happy birthday."
Glancing up at his old friend as he arrived, Wyatt smiled slightly at the greeting. "Thanks. I guess that makes me, what, 94 now?"
"I think once you pass fifty, it's all just an excuse to drink extra for a night," Geddoe smirked as he settled in. "That trip this spring gave me a taste for Island rum, so I picked some up passing through Brass Castle a few days ago." He took a sip of his beer and heaved a short sigh. "So."
Wyatt sighed as well before taking another gulp of his ale. "Well, to get straight to the point, I haven't been feeling ... completely great lately. I think my age is starting to catch up on me. Because I no longer have True Water."
"Can't keep up with the youngsters like you used to?" Geddoe sat forward with his tankard on the table in front of him. "Hm. Anything specific? I take it you've already had the doc check you out."
"Yeah, I did. But I don't think this is anything he can help me with." He shook his head, gripping his tankard tightly. "Geddoe, without True Water, I'm bound to disappear sooner or later. I feel it. I feel like I'm gradually fading. I mean, it's already happened once before."
Geddoe remembered all too well - and the thought had been at the back of his mind ever since. Particularly with Kaiden disappearing. He started into his tankard for a bit before coming up with a few words. "How...strong is it? How long do you think you have left?"
Wyatt finished his ale before setting his tankard down again, raising his eyes to look directly at Geddoe. "I don't know. I'm strong enough to move around on my own with no problems, but I definitely feel a slip in my energy. I tire more easily. I suppose ... when I'm completely useless then that's it for me?"
"You, completely useless?" Geddoe snorted into his mug. "Not possible." He finished his sip and set the tankard aside, suddenly having little taste for it no matter how much he needed it. "I know I don't need to say it, but...anything you need. I will help you, until the last breath. Like we promised so long ago."
Smiling slightly, Wyatt nodded. "Thanks, pal. And I'm sorry to dump this on you but I figured it's better to give you a heads up instead of pretending nothing is wrong." He sighed a little again before leaning back in his chair. "I mean, I know you've dealt with enough with people coming and going here but Budehuc seems to have some strange power that's beyond any of our control. All we can do is be grateful for the times we've had here."
Geddoe's good eye was focused solely on the table-top at the moment. "You've had a couple of years that you weren't supposed to have. Asking fate to extend it any longer..." He looked up suddenly, at the ceiling, and then covered his mouth with his hand. Obviously, whatever wisdom he was trying to share wasn't going to come out so easily.
"Indeed, indeed. It's certainly nothing I expected so I'm at least thankful for that much." He leaned forward to rest a hand on Geddoe's shoulder, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Hey, don't start moping yet. I'm still here and you have others here as well."
Swallowing his reaction, Geddoe shook his head slowly and managed to look Wyatt in the eye steadily. "No matter what I might say, it's still going to be difficult watching you die a second time. Prepared or not." He reached across and clamped his hand over the one on his shoulder.
He nodded at that. "I know. And I'm sorry. If I could spare you and Chris the pain of going though ... all that again, I would." Wyatt gave Geddoe's shoulder a slight squeeze. "Unfortunately, not everything can go my way, right? I'm not under such a delusion. Unlike some Harmonian head honchos, we know."
"At least this time...we can say our goodbyes." Geddoe seemed unwilling to let his hand drop. "And not stand out of the way so others can have their time." He finally let go, needing a big, long gulp of beer even though he could hardly taste it. "You're not going to keep it from anyone...your daughter, your friends, your..."
"No. Well, I haven't told Chris yet or Lo Hak but ..." He glanced away then, letting his hand drop to the table again. "I was still hoping that if I asked for a Rune sage's opinion, there might be some way to prolong my unnaturally extended life even further."
Geddoe stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The only one I could think of with the expertise for something like this...god knows where she is, if she's even still on the northern continent," he murmured, thinking of Jeane. "I don't think even Sasarai or Luc would be much help in this case...not that any of us want to consult the latter."
Wyatt snorted a little, opening the bottle of rum and pouring some into his tankard. "Considering he was the one responsible for me dying the first time, hell no." Settling back in his chair he sighed again. "Well, only time will tell now. I suppose I just have to wait until then."
Tossing back the rest of his beer to make room, Geddoe held out his tankard for some of that rum himself. There was clearly no sense in saving it for a later day. "I'll stay around for a while. I don't want to be out traipsing across the plains when something important happens. Besides. Sigurd and I stumbled into a job that paid enough to allow us to sit around and be lazy for a few months."
Wyatt raised an amused eyebrow as he poured some rum into Geddoe's tankard as well. "Well, that's good. I know how long you two have been waiting for a job. Are you sure you're not going to get bored again, sitting around with nothing to do for a few months?"
"Probably," Geddoe admitted before tossing back the first gulp. Now that he could taste. "But I'll take it if it means being able to be here for you, old friend."
He smiled. "I appreciate it, buddy." Wyatt reached out to pick up his tankard but blinked when he grasped nothing but air. "..."
Geddoe just about knocked his drink on the floor, sitting up straight. "Wyatt...?!"
"I-it's okay ... I shouldn't ... I mean I feel just fine ..." Wyatt shook his head and reached out to grab the tankard again, grasping it just fine. He then let out a nervous laugh. "See, just fine ..."
"Goddammit, man." Geddoe sat back, and immediately helped himself to more rum. "Don't scare me like that." Even if it had just been an innocent miss, it was clear something wasn't right with Wyatt. The one-eyed mercenary was the one who was supposed to have problems with depth perception, not a hale warrior like Wyatt. Still, he managed to sniff a sort of chuckle. "Maybe it's time you laid off the booze, if you're too drunk to grab your drink."
"Hah hah, that's probably it. I can't hold my liquor as well." Wyatt grinned as much as he could while thinking to himself that there was no way he missed the tankard. He saw his hand go right through the object and it wasn't because he was intoxicated. "Yeah, alcohol is probably not the best thing right now."
"That's a shame. I got you this rum for a good reason." Never mind that it was making forgetfulness very easy. "Make sure you enjoy it." Geddoe looked away for a moment, savoring another sip for its distinct flavor. "Do you want me to search out a Rune sage? Or is it time...?"
At that, he poured the rum into his and Geddoe's tankards. "Well, we'll both enjoy it then. It's no good drinking it by myself." Wyatt let out another sigh as he took a gulp, leaning back again. "I don't know. If it's too much work, it might not be worth it."
Sharing a bottle of rum sounded like a great way to spend this particular night. "I remember," Geddoe said with only the slightest hesitation for thinking, "when I got here after Luc took my Rune. The Rune sage here said...all she could do for me amounted to first aid. It wouldn't have stopped my life from draining out - the only cure was to regain True Lightning." He shook his head slowly. "I don't know if even a living Sindar could heal such an ailment."
Nodding again, Wyatt took another sip of the rum. "I don't know either. Without the Rune, I'm as mortal as everyone else so I can't see any other means of prolonging my already prolonged life."
"Any of us could be felled by an arrow or a blade anytime," Geddoe sighed, tipping his head back. "Mortality is given. It's still your choice...depending on how desperate you are to avoid death." The rum was definitely helping him be able to have this conversation rather than hoard every word like a secret. It needed to be said.
"That's true." He conceded, setting his tankard down for the moment. "If this were any normal circumstance, I wouldn't give in so easily. But I have a feeling that I can fight this all I like but if my body says it's over then ... it's over. The Rune was the only thing keeping me alive for so long, after all."
Geddoe's eye shifted to his right hand resting on the table. "Some things...can't be fought," he murmured. "That doesn't mean you can't cling to every last moment you have. Until you're satisfied that you can't wring anything more out of this life..."
Wyatt shook his head. "I hardly look at it as squeezing worth out of life, Geddoe." Letting out another sigh, he continued. "I can only say, 'It's going to be all right' for so long. I have to be realistic too. I can't get my hopes up or the hopes of everyone else without good reason to. I ..." He frowned and grew quiet, before blinking and shaking his head again. "I just know ... I can't have forever."
"I know." Geddoe lifted his eye to Wyatt's face. "I don't expect you to. It's time to face reality." He sighed quietly. "That doesn't make it any easier to take. I love you like a brother, and it wasn't easy the first time...second time will probably hurt worse."
Inhaling deeply, Wyatt smiled slightly. "And I'm sorry. I really am, Geddoe. Would it have been better if I didn't turn up here at Budehuc then?"
"No." The faintest smile crossed Geddoe's face as well. "I wouldn't have traded the last couple of years for anything. It was our way of finally having what we wanted, after fifty years apart."
"See, that's the spirit. We all got a second chance that we otherwise wouldn't have had." He tossed back the rest of his rum and set back his tankard on the table. "That's what matters and what's important in the end. Most people ... aren't so lucky."
Sighing again, Geddoe raised his tankard. "To my best friend." He finished off the rest of his rum in one gulp to seal it, and then sat back, feeling a little hazy. "I'm not going to run this time, either. I'll be here for you."
With a smile, Wyatt lifted his tankard as well. "And to mine. May he always see the best in everything." He gulped down the rest of his tankard before setting it down with a smirk. "Good to know." His smirk softened into a warm smile. "And as sappy as it might sound, remember that I'll still be around, even if you can't see or hear me. I've got every intention to haunt the place."
"God, don't say that." Geddoe wore a half-smile, but he looked away, putting his eyepatch-side to Wyatt. "You're going to make me prematurely mushy. Save it for when it matters."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." He smirked. "Although you know that I'll play every prank I can."
"So I can blame every drip of water that leaks through my ceiling in the middle of the night on you." Geddoe chuckled lightly. His mind was already racing ahead to all the other things he associated with Wyatt, and it was making him want to break down. He had to simply swallow it all again. There would be time for that later. Right now, he needed to be reassuring, and smirk and laugh and shake his head.
Wyatt grinned. "Yep. Exactly. And maybe I might throw another Bachelor game or something, just for kicks." He relaxed in his chair again. "Hm, or a truth or dare. I think Queen had one of those not too long ago."
"Oh, gee. And I missed it," Geddoe said dryly. "What timing." He looked into his empty tankard and decided he had had enough. He didn't want to get obliterated just now. "I'll be interested to see what you come up with. Go out with a bang, old pal."
"Heh, you can't avoid it forever, you know." Wyatt brought a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn. "Okay, maybe I did have enough to drink. Making this old man sleepy."
"I'll walk you to your room," Geddoe decided, reaching to cork the bottle of rum so as not to lose any precious alcohol. "It's in the same direction. I owe Sigurd a..." He grumbled the rest. "...foot rub."
Wyatt couldn't hide the smirk that spread quickly on his face. "Heh, well, I'm sure he's looking forward to it. All right then, lets be on our way before he comes looking for you."
Geddoe rose slowly, lest the rum rush to his head, and handed the bottle to his companion. "He won't. He'll just get me back later, if I'm late." He clapped Wyatt heartily on the shoulder to guide him along, but refrained from anything else just yet. There was time. He didn't have to be so desperate. Not yet...
Wyatt stood as well, sliding his chair back in place before taking the bottle of rum from Geddoe. "Of course he will." He grinned, heading out of the tavern. "I'm sure he's pretty clever too."
"You don't know the half of it," Geddoe snorted as he followed at Wyatt's side. And he certainly wasn't going to tell that half of it.
He raised an eyebrow. "I'll take your word for it, old man. No need to say anymore." Wyatt laughed and headed down the halls towards his room. "I am glad that someone can keep you in check."
"I'm so whipped," Geddoe sighed. To anyone else he would pretend it wasn't true, but Wyatt could know. "I even took him somewhere decent for our anniversary. What the hell has gotten into me?"
"That, my friend, is the power of love." He grinned with a silly voice. "And you have been sucked right in with the rest of us."
Rolling his eye, Geddoe just chuckled. There wasn't any way to deny it. Still, he could elbow Wyatt if he wanted to, so he did.
Wyatt laughed and elbowed him back before stopping in front of his room. "Well, in any case, I'm glad. Everyone deserves to have a special someone to spend their life with. Even you, old friend. No point in denying it."
"I suppose not." Geddoe clapped him on the shoulder again to say goodnight. "Get a good night's sleep. There's no way you can pull all your pranks if you're not rested, old man." He nodded toward the rum bottle. "And don't drink that all at once."
"Heh, I won't. Even I can only take so much." Opening his door, he nods towards Geddoe. "Well, go get to that foot rub. You don't want to keep him waiting too long even if he'll get you back later."
"Yeah. 'Night, Wyatt." Geddoe turned to go, but slowly, so that his eye could remain on Wyatt until the last second. Just in case.
He grinned back reassuringly before closing his door and going to sleep.
When: the same evening Geddoe returned from his latest jaunt
Where: the tavern
What: a very important talk
The table in the corner of the tavern suited Wyatt fine as he took a seat and began to slowly take sips from his tankard. He knew that Geddoe would have no problems finding him and waited patiently until he showed up.
Despite having just gotten back from an extended trip, Geddoe did not delay. Wyatt never beat around the bush with him, if he needed to talk then he needed to talk. He carried with him a bottle with a yellowed label, even though the tavern naturally had plenty of its own alcohol - and he even ordered a pint as he made his way to Wyatt's corner table. The bottle plunked down between them. "Happy birthday."
Glancing up at his old friend as he arrived, Wyatt smiled slightly at the greeting. "Thanks. I guess that makes me, what, 94 now?"
"I think once you pass fifty, it's all just an excuse to drink extra for a night," Geddoe smirked as he settled in. "That trip this spring gave me a taste for Island rum, so I picked some up passing through Brass Castle a few days ago." He took a sip of his beer and heaved a short sigh. "So."
Wyatt sighed as well before taking another gulp of his ale. "Well, to get straight to the point, I haven't been feeling ... completely great lately. I think my age is starting to catch up on me. Because I no longer have True Water."
"Can't keep up with the youngsters like you used to?" Geddoe sat forward with his tankard on the table in front of him. "Hm. Anything specific? I take it you've already had the doc check you out."
"Yeah, I did. But I don't think this is anything he can help me with." He shook his head, gripping his tankard tightly. "Geddoe, without True Water, I'm bound to disappear sooner or later. I feel it. I feel like I'm gradually fading. I mean, it's already happened once before."
Geddoe remembered all too well - and the thought had been at the back of his mind ever since. Particularly with Kaiden disappearing. He started into his tankard for a bit before coming up with a few words. "How...strong is it? How long do you think you have left?"
Wyatt finished his ale before setting his tankard down again, raising his eyes to look directly at Geddoe. "I don't know. I'm strong enough to move around on my own with no problems, but I definitely feel a slip in my energy. I tire more easily. I suppose ... when I'm completely useless then that's it for me?"
"You, completely useless?" Geddoe snorted into his mug. "Not possible." He finished his sip and set the tankard aside, suddenly having little taste for it no matter how much he needed it. "I know I don't need to say it, but...anything you need. I will help you, until the last breath. Like we promised so long ago."
Smiling slightly, Wyatt nodded. "Thanks, pal. And I'm sorry to dump this on you but I figured it's better to give you a heads up instead of pretending nothing is wrong." He sighed a little again before leaning back in his chair. "I mean, I know you've dealt with enough with people coming and going here but Budehuc seems to have some strange power that's beyond any of our control. All we can do is be grateful for the times we've had here."
Geddoe's good eye was focused solely on the table-top at the moment. "You've had a couple of years that you weren't supposed to have. Asking fate to extend it any longer..." He looked up suddenly, at the ceiling, and then covered his mouth with his hand. Obviously, whatever wisdom he was trying to share wasn't going to come out so easily.
"Indeed, indeed. It's certainly nothing I expected so I'm at least thankful for that much." He leaned forward to rest a hand on Geddoe's shoulder, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Hey, don't start moping yet. I'm still here and you have others here as well."
Swallowing his reaction, Geddoe shook his head slowly and managed to look Wyatt in the eye steadily. "No matter what I might say, it's still going to be difficult watching you die a second time. Prepared or not." He reached across and clamped his hand over the one on his shoulder.
He nodded at that. "I know. And I'm sorry. If I could spare you and Chris the pain of going though ... all that again, I would." Wyatt gave Geddoe's shoulder a slight squeeze. "Unfortunately, not everything can go my way, right? I'm not under such a delusion. Unlike some Harmonian head honchos, we know."
"At least this time...we can say our goodbyes." Geddoe seemed unwilling to let his hand drop. "And not stand out of the way so others can have their time." He finally let go, needing a big, long gulp of beer even though he could hardly taste it. "You're not going to keep it from anyone...your daughter, your friends, your..."
"No. Well, I haven't told Chris yet or Lo Hak but ..." He glanced away then, letting his hand drop to the table again. "I was still hoping that if I asked for a Rune sage's opinion, there might be some way to prolong my unnaturally extended life even further."
Geddoe stroked his chin thoughtfully. "The only one I could think of with the expertise for something like this...god knows where she is, if she's even still on the northern continent," he murmured, thinking of Jeane. "I don't think even Sasarai or Luc would be much help in this case...not that any of us want to consult the latter."
Wyatt snorted a little, opening the bottle of rum and pouring some into his tankard. "Considering he was the one responsible for me dying the first time, hell no." Settling back in his chair he sighed again. "Well, only time will tell now. I suppose I just have to wait until then."
Tossing back the rest of his beer to make room, Geddoe held out his tankard for some of that rum himself. There was clearly no sense in saving it for a later day. "I'll stay around for a while. I don't want to be out traipsing across the plains when something important happens. Besides. Sigurd and I stumbled into a job that paid enough to allow us to sit around and be lazy for a few months."
Wyatt raised an amused eyebrow as he poured some rum into Geddoe's tankard as well. "Well, that's good. I know how long you two have been waiting for a job. Are you sure you're not going to get bored again, sitting around with nothing to do for a few months?"
"Probably," Geddoe admitted before tossing back the first gulp. Now that he could taste. "But I'll take it if it means being able to be here for you, old friend."
He smiled. "I appreciate it, buddy." Wyatt reached out to pick up his tankard but blinked when he grasped nothing but air. "..."
Geddoe just about knocked his drink on the floor, sitting up straight. "Wyatt...?!"
"I-it's okay ... I shouldn't ... I mean I feel just fine ..." Wyatt shook his head and reached out to grab the tankard again, grasping it just fine. He then let out a nervous laugh. "See, just fine ..."
"Goddammit, man." Geddoe sat back, and immediately helped himself to more rum. "Don't scare me like that." Even if it had just been an innocent miss, it was clear something wasn't right with Wyatt. The one-eyed mercenary was the one who was supposed to have problems with depth perception, not a hale warrior like Wyatt. Still, he managed to sniff a sort of chuckle. "Maybe it's time you laid off the booze, if you're too drunk to grab your drink."
"Hah hah, that's probably it. I can't hold my liquor as well." Wyatt grinned as much as he could while thinking to himself that there was no way he missed the tankard. He saw his hand go right through the object and it wasn't because he was intoxicated. "Yeah, alcohol is probably not the best thing right now."
"That's a shame. I got you this rum for a good reason." Never mind that it was making forgetfulness very easy. "Make sure you enjoy it." Geddoe looked away for a moment, savoring another sip for its distinct flavor. "Do you want me to search out a Rune sage? Or is it time...?"
At that, he poured the rum into his and Geddoe's tankards. "Well, we'll both enjoy it then. It's no good drinking it by myself." Wyatt let out another sigh as he took a gulp, leaning back again. "I don't know. If it's too much work, it might not be worth it."
Sharing a bottle of rum sounded like a great way to spend this particular night. "I remember," Geddoe said with only the slightest hesitation for thinking, "when I got here after Luc took my Rune. The Rune sage here said...all she could do for me amounted to first aid. It wouldn't have stopped my life from draining out - the only cure was to regain True Lightning." He shook his head slowly. "I don't know if even a living Sindar could heal such an ailment."
Nodding again, Wyatt took another sip of the rum. "I don't know either. Without the Rune, I'm as mortal as everyone else so I can't see any other means of prolonging my already prolonged life."
"Any of us could be felled by an arrow or a blade anytime," Geddoe sighed, tipping his head back. "Mortality is given. It's still your choice...depending on how desperate you are to avoid death." The rum was definitely helping him be able to have this conversation rather than hoard every word like a secret. It needed to be said.
"That's true." He conceded, setting his tankard down for the moment. "If this were any normal circumstance, I wouldn't give in so easily. But I have a feeling that I can fight this all I like but if my body says it's over then ... it's over. The Rune was the only thing keeping me alive for so long, after all."
Geddoe's eye shifted to his right hand resting on the table. "Some things...can't be fought," he murmured. "That doesn't mean you can't cling to every last moment you have. Until you're satisfied that you can't wring anything more out of this life..."
Wyatt shook his head. "I hardly look at it as squeezing worth out of life, Geddoe." Letting out another sigh, he continued. "I can only say, 'It's going to be all right' for so long. I have to be realistic too. I can't get my hopes up or the hopes of everyone else without good reason to. I ..." He frowned and grew quiet, before blinking and shaking his head again. "I just know ... I can't have forever."
"I know." Geddoe lifted his eye to Wyatt's face. "I don't expect you to. It's time to face reality." He sighed quietly. "That doesn't make it any easier to take. I love you like a brother, and it wasn't easy the first time...second time will probably hurt worse."
Inhaling deeply, Wyatt smiled slightly. "And I'm sorry. I really am, Geddoe. Would it have been better if I didn't turn up here at Budehuc then?"
"No." The faintest smile crossed Geddoe's face as well. "I wouldn't have traded the last couple of years for anything. It was our way of finally having what we wanted, after fifty years apart."
"See, that's the spirit. We all got a second chance that we otherwise wouldn't have had." He tossed back the rest of his rum and set back his tankard on the table. "That's what matters and what's important in the end. Most people ... aren't so lucky."
Sighing again, Geddoe raised his tankard. "To my best friend." He finished off the rest of his rum in one gulp to seal it, and then sat back, feeling a little hazy. "I'm not going to run this time, either. I'll be here for you."
With a smile, Wyatt lifted his tankard as well. "And to mine. May he always see the best in everything." He gulped down the rest of his tankard before setting it down with a smirk. "Good to know." His smirk softened into a warm smile. "And as sappy as it might sound, remember that I'll still be around, even if you can't see or hear me. I've got every intention to haunt the place."
"God, don't say that." Geddoe wore a half-smile, but he looked away, putting his eyepatch-side to Wyatt. "You're going to make me prematurely mushy. Save it for when it matters."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." He smirked. "Although you know that I'll play every prank I can."
"So I can blame every drip of water that leaks through my ceiling in the middle of the night on you." Geddoe chuckled lightly. His mind was already racing ahead to all the other things he associated with Wyatt, and it was making him want to break down. He had to simply swallow it all again. There would be time for that later. Right now, he needed to be reassuring, and smirk and laugh and shake his head.
Wyatt grinned. "Yep. Exactly. And maybe I might throw another Bachelor game or something, just for kicks." He relaxed in his chair again. "Hm, or a truth or dare. I think Queen had one of those not too long ago."
"Oh, gee. And I missed it," Geddoe said dryly. "What timing." He looked into his empty tankard and decided he had had enough. He didn't want to get obliterated just now. "I'll be interested to see what you come up with. Go out with a bang, old pal."
"Heh, you can't avoid it forever, you know." Wyatt brought a hand to his mouth to cover a yawn. "Okay, maybe I did have enough to drink. Making this old man sleepy."
"I'll walk you to your room," Geddoe decided, reaching to cork the bottle of rum so as not to lose any precious alcohol. "It's in the same direction. I owe Sigurd a..." He grumbled the rest. "...foot rub."
Wyatt couldn't hide the smirk that spread quickly on his face. "Heh, well, I'm sure he's looking forward to it. All right then, lets be on our way before he comes looking for you."
Geddoe rose slowly, lest the rum rush to his head, and handed the bottle to his companion. "He won't. He'll just get me back later, if I'm late." He clapped Wyatt heartily on the shoulder to guide him along, but refrained from anything else just yet. There was time. He didn't have to be so desperate. Not yet...
Wyatt stood as well, sliding his chair back in place before taking the bottle of rum from Geddoe. "Of course he will." He grinned, heading out of the tavern. "I'm sure he's pretty clever too."
"You don't know the half of it," Geddoe snorted as he followed at Wyatt's side. And he certainly wasn't going to tell that half of it.
He raised an eyebrow. "I'll take your word for it, old man. No need to say anymore." Wyatt laughed and headed down the halls towards his room. "I am glad that someone can keep you in check."
"I'm so whipped," Geddoe sighed. To anyone else he would pretend it wasn't true, but Wyatt could know. "I even took him somewhere decent for our anniversary. What the hell has gotten into me?"
"That, my friend, is the power of love." He grinned with a silly voice. "And you have been sucked right in with the rest of us."
Rolling his eye, Geddoe just chuckled. There wasn't any way to deny it. Still, he could elbow Wyatt if he wanted to, so he did.
Wyatt laughed and elbowed him back before stopping in front of his room. "Well, in any case, I'm glad. Everyone deserves to have a special someone to spend their life with. Even you, old friend. No point in denying it."
"I suppose not." Geddoe clapped him on the shoulder again to say goodnight. "Get a good night's sleep. There's no way you can pull all your pranks if you're not rested, old man." He nodded toward the rum bottle. "And don't drink that all at once."
"Heh, I won't. Even I can only take so much." Opening his door, he nods towards Geddoe. "Well, go get to that foot rub. You don't want to keep him waiting too long even if he'll get you back later."
"Yeah. 'Night, Wyatt." Geddoe turned to go, but slowly, so that his eye could remain on Wyatt until the last second. Just in case.
He grinned back reassuringly before closing his door and going to sleep.