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@theimpalpable​ | “ don’t leave, please. ” (Wilder to Kaeden UwU) two word starters

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Kaeden is used to being the strong one because he doesn’t allow weakness to slip into even the smallest of spaces between the sentiments he regurgitates over and over again into his body language.

This tends to imply they’re stronger than their given counterpart, but for as long as they’ve known Wilder, they’ve always assumed him to be as strong as Kaeden, if not stronger, considering he walks this earth with genuine strength and kindness, while most of what Kaeden offers to the table are desperate attempts on her part to not be forced to face what they work so hard to suppress.

Wilder can look to the world and recognise its natural beauty in a way gentle enough to be worthy of the sights offer. He forgives people when they’re rude to him at the bookstore, he has infinite patience for Kaeden and their antics and seems genuinely fond of whatever it is that Kaeden offers at any given moment, even if that’s usually... nonsensical at best and downright stupid at worst.

Wilder emits light, kind and warm and all-encompassing, he’s what angels fight for in humanity, he’s what parents call their pride and joy, he’s someone you worry befriending because how can you even come close to being half as good, all while he, unwittingly or less so, makes sure you never contrast or compare, because he’s humble to the point where it’s Kaeden wonder more than once if she should just come up with a magnitude of strategies on how to convince him of his genuine superiority over some folks the reaper has met.

But he wouldn’t. Wouldn’t accept that, wouldn’t welcome it, would perhaps dislike it enough for it to create a wedge between them.

He wouldn’t because that’s not who Wilder is.

And all of this had made the reaper wrongly assume that Wilder simply accepted the world for what it was, trudged on with a sense of self-respect sturdy enough to not have him crumble beneath impatient commentary or the vast unpredictability of the universe.

He’d assumed that Wilder could handle it all.

And he’d forgotten how rarely strong people choose to be strong. He’d forgotten that being strong is bravery in the force, in the face of one’s weaknesses.

He’s forgotten the best lessons he’s ever learned, and the fact that Wilder taught them plenty of them during their first meeting.

They’re halfway through the door of Wilder’s bedroom - that had been a first, but the circumstances had kind of made it difficult to focus too much on all the aggressively supportive commentaries Kaeden had at the ready, statements about the boy’s space, the thrill of moving within it - when Wilder calls them back.

Kaeden stands with their hand on the handle for the seconds it takes for those thoughts to swim through his head, mere seconds before her back connects with the space in Wilder’s bed not occupied, far enough to not accidentally touch, but close enough to state their permanency.

Hands on their chest, joined, relaxed, Kaeden turns their head and stares straight into Wilder’s eyes.

“What’s wrong, tell me everything and don’t hold back.”