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Originally Posted by Chelliephone It had been quite obvious to Drake was something was off in his best mate when they'd made it back to school. Initially, he had the nagging self conscious thoughts he was prone to that maybe HE had done something to upset him, and while there were still moments where he considered that possibility... Ary hadn't pulled away completely, considering this putting in itself, and so Drake pushed those thoughts away. Still... There had to be something that was going on. And as much as Drake wanted to ask and offer his assistance, he also didn't want to invade Ary's privacy. He figured if it was something Aryan wanted to discuss, he would have done so.
But also..... Drake WAS only 13 and his patience could only last so long until worry won the overall battle.
Walking along with Ary through the Topiary Garden, not taking as much joy in it as one would have assumed from the plant obsessed teen, he watched his friend out of the corner of his eye. They'd hardly gotten all the way in before patience was declared the loser and Drake spoke. "... Are you alright?" Please, Drake. As if you could do anything wrong.
From their blanket and pillow fort up in their dorm to his friend’s usual chatter, Ary was grateful for Drake being preoccupied with other things. Ary would have been lying to himself if he said that those closest to him hadn’t noticed that he was off. That was how he was though: he tended to withdraw; he got even quieter.
He certainly appreciated Drake not asking him what was wrong. But already Ary was considering the possibility of actually confessing to him all that had been going on in his head for a year now. Should he do so now? Or should he put on a show and be cheery? Because Aryan was certain that he was going to spoil both his and Drake’s enjoyment of this garden. He had so badly wanted him and Drake to be out here together because of the combination of greenery and ‘creatures’; like Drake was flora and Ary was fauna. But before a decision could be arrived at, Drake unknowingly made the decision for him.
How should Ary answer that question? Honestly, of course. He shook his head. “No,’’ he replied, looking around everywhere but Drake. He squinted at their nine o’clock. “Is that a hippogriff?” He pointed where the topiary was flapping its magnificent wings. Lowering his hand, Ary sighed softly. “Been dealing with something for a bit now. Just didn’t say anything because it could make things go very bad between you and Bry.” And the two had been making such headway in their friendship. The guy shrugged. “But it’s fine. I’ll figure it out.” |