The thought of a childhood crush made him smile, just a bit, and when she says companion rather than partner, he can't help but feel... It feels like it isn't such a bad thing to talk about. It's good that she figured it out, and while he's never had a problem with being discrete, he's never liked feeling like he's hiding something. Like he's hiding away Paul. They agreed, almost an entire annual ago, not to hide. They wouldn't flaunt anything, because it was a private thing just between the two of them and nobody else's business...but they wouldn't hide.
Carving nice slices off the chunk of bread, he gestures for her to make her own sandwich. "Paul's... He's difficult to describe. But the most important thing is he's a good man."
Even having done the things he did for the vigilante brothers, there's no doubt in Wyatt's mind he's a good man. "He's real smart. Intelligent, I don't even know how to tell you, he just knows so much about so many different things."
He gets coffee mugs then from one of the wall mounted cupboards. Cream and sugar, in case Azkadellia wants it and because he thinks he needs the sugar. "He's not just intelligent," he settles on, coming back from the fridge and pantry. While it hurts to talk still, it's settled into a heavy band around his chest rather than the sharpness of knives in his heart.
"He's intellectual, and witty. He's got a mouth on him like you've never even heard before, and he won't hesitate telling you how he sees things." He ducks his head, brushing a thumb over the rim of his empty mug. It's dark blue, covered in a matte glaze.
"I've always liked that about him. He doesn't try to make friends with everyone. He doesn't fake it. He's real, through and through. Adora was like that too. No nonsense... Just, straightforward, cut to the chase, speak your mind. That he's in law enforcement was just common ground when we first met. I knew how to explain Taxon to him. Kind of."
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Carving nice slices off the chunk of bread, he gestures for her to make her own sandwich. "Paul's... He's difficult to describe. But the most important thing is he's a good man."
Even having done the things he did for the vigilante brothers, there's no doubt in Wyatt's mind he's a good man. "He's real smart. Intelligent, I don't even know how to tell you, he just knows so much about so many different things."
He gets coffee mugs then from one of the wall mounted cupboards. Cream and sugar, in case Azkadellia wants it and because he thinks he needs the sugar. "He's not just intelligent," he settles on, coming back from the fridge and pantry. While it hurts to talk still, it's settled into a heavy band around his chest rather than the sharpness of knives in his heart.
"He's intellectual, and witty. He's got a mouth on him like you've never even heard before, and he won't hesitate telling you how he sees things." He ducks his head, brushing a thumb over the rim of his empty mug. It's dark blue, covered in a matte glaze.
"I've always liked that about him. He doesn't try to make friends with everyone. He doesn't fake it. He's real, through and through. Adora was like that too. No nonsense... Just, straightforward, cut to the chase, speak your mind. That he's in law enforcement was just common ground when we first met. I knew how to explain Taxon to him. Kind of."