Go ahead and laugh. [That new voice of Waver's is a little alluring in ways Dylas doesn't want to admit, but he continues.] But where I'm from, there are only about...a hundred people living in the city. We were just at war, too. I like my peace and quiet.

[Which is why it's harder to spell this out. Why does he feel like talking about this all of a sudden? He doesn't even...feel funny, and Waver definitely isn't going to feel the same way. It's not a 'peace and quiet' kind of activity.

He huffs, blowing air at nothing and turning his gaze away. If Waver isn't interested in him like that without the influence of the Wyver 'heat' or whatever, he's going to feel so ashamed. And why does the fact that Waver might be stuck looking like that for a while feel more like a pro then a con? It makes his stomach twist with even more anxiety.]

It's good trouble, okay? I'm not great with words, so I'll just say it. Everything we've been through lately has sucked, and sitting here like this...I want to feel close to you again. Like our first night in Wyver. It's not why I came here, either, I'm just too happy to see you. And...you look really good, even if it's different. I'm, uh...

[Please kill him.]