"Oh. I was thinking of when I met the King," Jedao admits.
"But I think you're each better at different parts of being a friend. John is worse at...trusting people's care for him? It's hard to put into words. He'll decide that his troubles are too much fuss to bother with, and make people's decisions for them, sometimes, instead of confiding in people who want to be there for him."
"O-oh." Jedao thought the him Edwin meant was... oops. He should have let Jedao think that, maybe. "I... I don't care about being as good as the King at anything. I want to... to be as good as my brother. I don't even want to be better. I just want... to be as good."
"I think you're definitely as good a friend," Jedao says warmly. "Different, but as good overall. And I bet he'd love if you played a different instrument, and he could duet with you. Maybe we could look up the best instruments for little hands."
"Piccolo," he says, almost too quickly. Almost like he has possibly been thinking about that very thing and has been too shy to mention it until prompted.
"Do you know anyone who could teach you, or should I ask around?" Jedao asks.
In some ways, it's a small thing in the scheme of all the recent revelations, but in another way, it's something Edwin can do. He can't do anything about the looming mass of his past. But he could could learn to play the piccolo.
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"Better at being a friend? How am I better at being a friend than John?"
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"But I think you're each better at different parts of being a friend. John is worse at...trusting people's care for him? It's hard to put into words. He'll decide that his troubles are too much fuss to bother with, and make people's decisions for them, sometimes, instead of confiding in people who want to be there for him."
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In some ways, it's a small thing in the scheme of all the recent revelations, but in another way, it's something Edwin can do. He can't do anything about the looming mass of his past. But he could could learn to play the piccolo.
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Can he say it, is it okay, he doesn't know.
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And now he's going to hide his face against Jedao in MILD EMBARRASSMENT.
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"I love you, Edwin. Always."