"Er... yes, okay, I suppose I should tell you that if you're trying to reach me I'm not here, and if you're trying to reach me because you want to do something involving pointy bits of metal or otherwise painful objects, I'm never going to be here. So sorry."
[Statements of affection aren't familiar or comfortable for Will, either. Mostly because the statements of affection he got for a long while came from a cannibalistic douche who wanted to be his bestie and parts of the world considered them husbands, but you know. It happens.
There's also a balance. When it comes to emotions, they're best used like spice. Just enough. Otherwise it's too hot and people start blubbering, and there are tears, and snotty noses, and sometimes in a happy way but also possibly in an outraged way that leads to brutal murders. Ain't nobody got time for that shit.]
Yeah. [He is getting out of emotional territory now, and fast, no matter how awkward that sort of response may seem. He glances down at the floor a moment, smile still in place. Less tense, small but real, and then he nods and makes his way back to the door.] There's a hidey hole magnet on the side of the fridge. We'll put some money in there before we leave.
[barring an unforseen disaster (which, to be fair, it is Rincewind), he probably won't touch it. In fact, he's just received a rather large check - compensation for his unpleasant business with Miles Naismith. The wizard has invested it with a man who claims to have the ability to make such numbers grow larger, which Rincewind trusts just enough to try out with the vast majority of the sum. Given how slippery money tends to be in his own hands, he figured it was worth the attempt.
His hope is that when the number's big enough, he can gift most of it back to Will and April. And Jeff too, Rincewind supposes. The house as a whole. Just to return the favor they've done him, in letting him feel he belongs somewhere.
That's important no matter what universe you're in.]
Have a safe trip. Be careful. [his tone tries to straddle the line between casual remark and earnest advice.] And I hope you both enjoy yourselves, of course.
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There's also a balance. When it comes to emotions, they're best used like spice. Just enough. Otherwise it's too hot and people start blubbering, and there are tears, and snotty noses, and sometimes in a happy way but also possibly in an outraged way that leads to brutal murders. Ain't nobody got time for that shit.]
Yeah. [He is getting out of emotional territory now, and fast, no matter how awkward that sort of response may seem. He glances down at the floor a moment, smile still in place. Less tense, small but real, and then he nods and makes his way back to the door.] There's a hidey hole magnet on the side of the fridge. We'll put some money in there before we leave.
[Or a raccoon will. Potato, potahtoe.]
Have a good night.
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[barring an unforseen disaster (which, to be fair, it is Rincewind), he probably won't touch it. In fact, he's just received a rather large check - compensation for his unpleasant business with Miles Naismith. The wizard has invested it with a man who claims to have the ability to make such numbers grow larger, which Rincewind trusts just enough to try out with the vast majority of the sum. Given how slippery money tends to be in his own hands, he figured it was worth the attempt.
His hope is that when the number's big enough, he can gift most of it back to Will and April. And Jeff too, Rincewind supposes. The house as a whole. Just to return the favor they've done him, in letting him feel he belongs somewhere.
That's important no matter what universe you're in.]
Have a safe trip. Be careful. [his tone tries to straddle the line between casual remark and earnest advice.] And I hope you both enjoy yourselves, of course.