The first night Ambrose was feeling well enough to join the rest of the family for dinner, he was pleasantly surprised to find a perfectly round chocolate truffle waiting for him at his table setting. The shiny purple foil caught the light and he smiled at the effect, reaching out to touch the very tips of his fingers to the crinkled twists on the sides.
"Who is this from?" he asked, but was answered by shrugs and kind smiles. He settled into his favorite chair, the one they'd salvaged from a side closet, and pondered the gift.
Every evening when he came to dinner, whether he was the first or last to arrive, there was always a piece of chocolate waiting for him in that same purple tinfoil. Chocolate covered cherries, almond clusters, caramel filled, mint-flavored. They all amused him greatly but the mystery of who was leaving them confounded him.
Three weeks after the first appearance of the chocolate presents, he decided to sneak down to the dining room early and watch covertly from the kitchen. Cracking the door open just enough to keep an eye out while staying out of the way of the staff, he waited for nearly half an hour before his secret giver showed their face.
Wyatt sprinted across the room and reaching into his pocket, pulled out a familiar purple piece of foil and laid it with care next to Ambrose's soup spoon.
"Wyatt Cain, I should have known it was you," Ambrose flung open the door and made his presence known.
Jumping guiltily, Cain cleared his throat. His face was flushed and he couldn't meet Ambrose's eye. "I - you..."
Ambrose smiled as he reached Cain. "Thank you, Wyatt, it's a very kind gesture. But may I ask why?"
Looking around the room to make sure they were alone, Cain crossed his arms and stared at the floor. "I couldn't...before. When you were Glitch. It didn't feel right, like I'd be taking advantage. But now that you're yourself again..."
"I've always been myself, Cain," Ambrose corrected him gently. "I've known since before the surgery how you felt, I was just waiting for you to do something about it. But honestly, you're going far too slow for my tastes."
Cain raised his head defiantly. "I was expecting you to figure it out sooner, super genius."
"Hello, brain surgery?" Ambrose pointed at his head. "Besides, it's not as if you were leaving easily identifiable calling cards for me to figure out."
"Who else gives you a hard time about the fact that purple is your favorite color? Or that you seem to survive on nothing but chocolate some days?" Wyatt pointed out smugly.
"Good point. Come on, we have a lot to talk about."
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Date: 2008-04-20 10:22 pm (UTC)**
The first night Ambrose was feeling well enough to join the rest of the family for dinner, he was pleasantly surprised to find a perfectly round chocolate truffle waiting for him at his table setting. The shiny purple foil caught the light and he smiled at the effect, reaching out to touch the very tips of his fingers to the crinkled twists on the sides.
"Who is this from?" he asked, but was answered by shrugs and kind smiles. He settled into his favorite chair, the one they'd salvaged from a side closet, and pondered the gift.
Every evening when he came to dinner, whether he was the first or last to arrive, there was always a piece of chocolate waiting for him in that same purple tinfoil. Chocolate covered cherries, almond clusters, caramel filled, mint-flavored. They all amused him greatly but the mystery of who was leaving them confounded him.
Three weeks after the first appearance of the chocolate presents, he decided to sneak down to the dining room early and watch covertly from the kitchen. Cracking the door open just enough to keep an eye out while staying out of the way of the staff, he waited for nearly half an hour before his secret giver showed their face.
Wyatt sprinted across the room and reaching into his pocket, pulled out a familiar purple piece of foil and laid it with care next to Ambrose's soup spoon.
"Wyatt Cain, I should have known it was you," Ambrose flung open the door and made his presence known.
Jumping guiltily, Cain cleared his throat. His face was flushed and he couldn't meet Ambrose's eye. "I - you..."
Ambrose smiled as he reached Cain. "Thank you, Wyatt, it's a very kind gesture. But may I ask why?"
Looking around the room to make sure they were alone, Cain crossed his arms and stared at the floor. "I couldn't...before. When you were Glitch. It didn't feel right, like I'd be taking advantage. But now that you're yourself again..."
"I've always been myself, Cain," Ambrose corrected him gently. "I've known since before the surgery how you felt, I was just waiting for you to do something about it. But honestly, you're going far too slow for my tastes."
Cain raised his head defiantly. "I was expecting you to figure it out sooner, super genius."
"Hello, brain surgery?" Ambrose pointed at his head. "Besides, it's not as if you were leaving easily identifiable calling cards for me to figure out."
"Who else gives you a hard time about the fact that purple is your favorite color? Or that you seem to survive on nothing but chocolate some days?" Wyatt pointed out smugly.
"Good point. Come on, we have a lot to talk about."
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