[ by now, he's come to notice the signs. wolfgang tends to watch everyone around him more than he ever speaks to them, takes in little details, watches for causes and effects. there's not always anything that starts it, for dani. sometimes, it's just him, worn, as anyone gets. wolfgang definitely has his moods. hell, it could be argued that his day to day personality is a mood in itself.
but it's understandable. sometimes, everything is just shit, and seeing any light in it is an impossibility, even for people as heaven touched as dani. years ago, he might have tried to stop the decline, tried to drag dani out, or chatter with him, or any other of a million things he knows he likes. before he realized that he just needs a break. or, break down, maybe. it's probably healthy, in a way. who knows. it is what it is.
now, he waits, watches him grow quiet, hard as it is, and leaves him when he's told he wants to be alone, until he doesn't see dani come out of his room one morning. he knows tris watches for it too, is well accustom to dani's low points. the two are so close, and share so much, it's sweet to watch, and he generally always sees evidence of tris having been by, leaving things for dani. wolfgang makes his way in, not bothering to announce himself at all, he's sure dani can hear him. his jacket is shrugged off, followed by shoes, and he's dragging his phone from his pocket, pressing a few different keys before finding a playlist of ambiant, chill music he tends to put on when he wants to just zone out. a lot of it music he pilfered from dani, honestly. the volume is set low, and he dims the lights in the room to not be so harsh, before padding over to the lump of pillows and blankets and magic boy on the bed.
he's not a person with any kind of talent for motivational speaking, or any kind of excess speaking, and even if he were, he doubts that's what dani needs at the moment. he doesn't have holy light or know anything about healing (demonic class, come on), but he can do this, at least. lightly, he climbs up onto the mattress, starts shifting the pillows around like he lives here or something, and makes a space for himself to settle into, before he slips in, wraps arms around the dani-shaped blanket cocoon, and tugs where he's guessing the upper half of his body is into his lap, legs relaxed on either side of dani's torso. a hand sneaks under the comforter, finds dani's back, and begins to rub soothing, repetitive circles over his back, or up and down his spine, pausing to massage at too tensed muscles here or there, as he begins to quietly hum. there's a book he brought with somewhere, maybe he'll read to him later. as long as dani isn't alone. ]
[Tris has already come and gone, so when the next visitor arrives, Dani listens and judges by their footsteps and the way they move, decides it's probably Wolfgang. This is confirmed by the gentle way he rearranges the pillows and cuddles Dani softly.
Dani sighs, shifts, and pokes his head and hand out of the blankets. He puts his hand on Wolfgang's chest and gently pushes him, guiding him to lie down on the bed so that Dani can snuggle right up next to him, putting his head on Wolfgang's chest.]
[ a messy head of platinum hair pokes out from under the blankets, and wolfgang tilts his head to smile down at him. ] Hey you.
[ moving as he's guided, his back is pressed down on the mattress, hands moving to help dani squirm up onto his chest, before he runs fingers carefully through his hair, brushing it back away from dani's face, and pressing his lips softly against his forehead. better now than he's been in past days. tristan must have taken care of him earlier. good. ]
[He mumbles it softly, pulls the blankets around himself better as he settles against Wolfgang until he's perfectly comfortable. He sighs deeply and falls still, slender fingers gently catching and releasing Wolfgang's shirt over and over.]
[ the blanket blob speaks. just the greeting alone has wolfgang feeling bright and relieved. it's much better than dani shoving him away, which wouldn't have been unexpected. wouldn't have made him leave, but wouldn't have been unexpected either. ]
Mind if I nap with you? [ like he didn't just assert himself into dani's bed just now or anything. fingertips touch lightly at the back of dani's hand on his shirt, tracing slim fingers, down the back of his palm and wrist. it's okay, he's not going anywhere. the other cards at dani's hair, gently picking out tangles, and moving to massage at the base of his head and neck. ]
[Dani shrugs, a weird lopsided motion thanks to his position, and a little hidden by the blankets covering him. He seems to realize it and sighs.]
Guess not.
[He's already here, and comfortable, it'd be silly to kick him out now. He's done it before, and it always made him feel even worse after, to have treated his dear friend like that, when all he wanted to do was help.]
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[ it's not the first time they've done this - hell, it was a large part of why they'd ended up close at all. dani had been bright and friendly and kind to him, yes, but if he hadn't found him a couple weeks after meeting him, curled up in a corner in the library, and several days half nursing, half mothering him, max doubts they'd have become as close as they are.
it's also why max doesn't typically ask before slipping himself into dani's depression nest on days like these. he'd sort of, accidentally, made it his job to shuffle dani around when dani didn't feel like it anymore. not into moving from him bed, but into getting himself more comfortable, at least. when dani's feel well enough to respond to max's mothering, it's just a small joy in hoping he's making it out of his slump. a small hum rumbles his chest, and for a while, max is quiet, just carding fingers through dani's hair, and pressing the occasional soft kiss to his forehead. eventually, he speaks again, not actually feeling sleepy at all and feeling dani still awake against him. ]
How's your head?
[ could mean for headaches or for his mental state. max doesn't mind hearing either, and won't push for the more personal one if dani doesn't feel like sharing. ]
[Dani's not entirely sure what he'd do if he didn't have his friends to take care of him during these times. Fail school, probably. Maybe starve. Sometimes he wonders if maybe that's the better option, but then he hears Max breathing, feels his warmth, snuggles in close to it, and decides maybe living is okay after all.]
Not great.
[He says it softly, almost a murmur. The world is too bright, too beautiful, and he has no place in it. Worthless, useless. He doesn't know what Max sees in him.]
[ max makes a quiet 'mh' sound, acknowledging he heard and he understands, dropping another kiss to the top of his head. it's okay. max wishes he felt better, but time with dani is still time with dani. he's happy to be here regardless. ]
I brought a book. Harry Potter.
[ there's a small, upwards quirk of one corner of his lips. the series always seemed very amusing to him, in a cute kind fo way. he wishes they had shit like quidditch here, that'd be neat. dani would be hufflepuff (or gryffindor) and max would be slytherin and what a scandal they would make, huh? ]
[He shifts his head on Max's chest and nods a little.]
Yes, please.
[Dani gets a little more comfortable and then settles, falling still. He likes hearing Max talk, and it'll be even better to hear him talk about something that isn't... isn't real. Something appropriately distracting. Harry Potter is perfect.]
[ smiling, max drops another short kiss to the top of dani's head, hand lifting to pet over the strands of platinum blond, before he shifts some, reaching out to pluck the book from the nightstand. ]
Okay. Let's skip the shit uncle and aunt. Never liked them much.
[ instead, he starts at harry, ron and hermoine arriving at hogwarts. he'd always liked the quirky school, found the fanciful description charming, even if it was nothing like an actual magic school, like BCR. but it's cute. for a while, he reads, voice quiet between them, soft and soothing, though he does do the voices for each character, as promised. eventually, after some time, he pauses, losing the narrator voice and speaking normally: ]
If BCR was Hogwarts, what house do you think we'd be? Pretty sure you're Hufflepuff.
[Dani closes his eyes when Max reads, though he's not going to sleep. He just wants to get lost in Max's voice, until it's the only thing left in the world. Even when Max asks his question he doesn't open his eyes, he just shifts on Max's leg and settles again, barely stirring his blankets.]
You're Gryffindor. Or a Hufflepuff. Can't decide which.
Really? [ he chuckles, quiet laugh rumbling in his chest. those aren't the ones he'd have said for himself, but it's interesting dani did. ] I seem that nice to you?
[ for the first year or so max was at BCR, he was pretty standoffish, generally not terribly pleasant to be around. but he supposes he's always been much softer with dani. dani's just... special. since they first met, dani's been special. ]
[He sighs deeply, extracts a hand from his blankets to trace Max's leg idly.]
You're loyal to your friends. You'd do anything for them. You believe in fairness. That's all Hufflepuff. But you're also brave and stubborn to the point of stupidity. That's Gryffindor.
[He tilts his head to look up at Max.]
You think you're a Slytherin because you're a Demonic, but it's not true. You're not that ambitious. You're not clever in that way. Just because you hang out with demons doesn't make you a Slytherin.
[It's the most he's said in hours, maybe days, but he can do it because he's concentrating on Max, not himself. It still exhausts him, though.]
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but it's understandable. sometimes, everything is just shit, and seeing any light in it is an impossibility, even for people as heaven touched as dani. years ago, he might have tried to stop the decline, tried to drag dani out, or chatter with him, or any other of a million things he knows he likes. before he realized that he just needs a break. or, break down, maybe. it's probably healthy, in a way. who knows. it is what it is.
now, he waits, watches him grow quiet, hard as it is, and leaves him when he's told he wants to be alone, until he doesn't see dani come out of his room one morning. he knows tris watches for it too, is well accustom to dani's low points. the two are so close, and share so much, it's sweet to watch, and he generally always sees evidence of tris having been by, leaving things for dani. wolfgang makes his way in, not bothering to announce himself at all, he's sure dani can hear him. his jacket is shrugged off, followed by shoes, and he's dragging his phone from his pocket, pressing a few different keys before finding a playlist of ambiant, chill music he tends to put on when he wants to just zone out. a lot of it music he pilfered from dani, honestly. the volume is set low, and he dims the lights in the room to not be so harsh, before padding over to the lump of pillows and blankets and magic boy on the bed.
he's not a person with any kind of talent for motivational speaking, or any kind of excess speaking, and even if he were, he doubts that's what dani needs at the moment. he doesn't have holy light or know anything about healing (demonic class, come on), but he can do this, at least. lightly, he climbs up onto the mattress, starts shifting the pillows around like he lives here or something, and makes a space for himself to settle into, before he slips in, wraps arms around the dani-shaped blanket cocoon, and tugs where he's guessing the upper half of his body is into his lap, legs relaxed on either side of dani's torso. a hand sneaks under the comforter, finds dani's back, and begins to rub soothing, repetitive circles over his back, or up and down his spine, pausing to massage at too tensed muscles here or there, as he begins to quietly hum. there's a book he brought with somewhere, maybe he'll read to him later. as long as dani isn't alone. ]
it's perfect shush
Dani sighs, shifts, and pokes his head and hand out of the blankets. He puts his hand on Wolfgang's chest and gently pushes him, guiding him to lie down on the bed so that Dani can snuggle right up next to him, putting his head on Wolfgang's chest.]
;3;
[ moving as he's guided, his back is pressed down on the mattress, hands moving to help dani squirm up onto his chest, before he runs fingers carefully through his hair, brushing it back away from dani's face, and pressing his lips softly against his forehead. better now than he's been in past days. tristan must have taken care of him earlier. good. ]
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[He mumbles it softly, pulls the blankets around himself better as he settles against Wolfgang until he's perfectly comfortable. He sighs deeply and falls still, slender fingers gently catching and releasing Wolfgang's shirt over and over.]
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Mind if I nap with you? [ like he didn't just assert himself into dani's bed just now or anything. fingertips touch lightly at the back of dani's hand on his shirt, tracing slim fingers, down the back of his palm and wrist. it's okay, he's not going anywhere. the other cards at dani's hair, gently picking out tangles, and moving to massage at the base of his head and neck. ]
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Guess not.
[He's already here, and comfortable, it'd be silly to kick him out now. He's done it before, and it always made him feel even worse after, to have treated his dear friend like that, when all he wanted to do was help.]
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it's also why max doesn't typically ask before slipping himself into dani's depression nest on days like these. he'd sort of, accidentally, made it his job to shuffle dani around when dani didn't feel like it anymore. not into moving from him bed, but into getting himself more comfortable, at least. when dani's feel well enough to respond to max's mothering, it's just a small joy in hoping he's making it out of his slump. a small hum rumbles his chest, and for a while, max is quiet, just carding fingers through dani's hair, and pressing the occasional soft kiss to his forehead. eventually, he speaks again, not actually feeling sleepy at all and feeling dani still awake against him. ]
How's your head?
[ could mean for headaches or for his mental state. max doesn't mind hearing either, and won't push for the more personal one if dani doesn't feel like sharing. ]
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Not great.
[He says it softly, almost a murmur. The world is too bright, too beautiful, and he has no place in it. Worthless, useless. He doesn't know what Max sees in him.]
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I brought a book. Harry Potter.
[ there's a small, upwards quirk of one corner of his lips. the series always seemed very amusing to him, in a cute kind fo way. he wishes they had shit like quidditch here, that'd be neat. dani would be hufflepuff (or gryffindor) and max would be slytherin and what a scandal they would make, huh? ]
Want me to read to you? I'll do the voices.
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Yes, please.
[Dani gets a little more comfortable and then settles, falling still. He likes hearing Max talk, and it'll be even better to hear him talk about something that isn't... isn't real. Something appropriately distracting. Harry Potter is perfect.]
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Okay. Let's skip the shit uncle and aunt. Never liked them much.
[ instead, he starts at harry, ron and hermoine arriving at hogwarts. he'd always liked the quirky school, found the fanciful description charming, even if it was nothing like an actual magic school, like BCR. but it's cute. for a while, he reads, voice quiet between them, soft and soothing, though he does do the voices for each character, as promised. eventually, after some time, he pauses, losing the narrator voice and speaking normally: ]
If BCR was Hogwarts, what house do you think we'd be? Pretty sure you're Hufflepuff.
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You're Gryffindor. Or a Hufflepuff. Can't decide which.
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[ for the first year or so max was at BCR, he was pretty standoffish, generally not terribly pleasant to be around. but he supposes he's always been much softer with dani. dani's just... special. since they first met, dani's been special. ]
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[He sighs deeply, extracts a hand from his blankets to trace Max's leg idly.]
You're loyal to your friends. You'd do anything for them. You believe in fairness. That's all Hufflepuff. But you're also brave and stubborn to the point of stupidity. That's Gryffindor.
[He tilts his head to look up at Max.]
You think you're a Slytherin because you're a Demonic, but it's not true. You're not that ambitious. You're not clever in that way. Just because you hang out with demons doesn't make you a Slytherin.
[It's the most he's said in hours, maybe days, but he can do it because he's concentrating on Max, not himself. It still exhausts him, though.]