𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒊𝒆?

something about the man who approached him intrigued alexander to his core. everything down to the style and great care of his shoes did not go unnoticed and he found himself appraising with a long glance. slowly his gaze settled upon the other’s beautiful face. with a raised brow, alexander offered a smile just as charming in return and bowed his head slightly in acceptance of a refusal of apology. “alexander.” he greeted, taking the other gentleman’s hand and giving it a firm shake before pulling back, “you’re a man of taste and an intrigue for meaningful conversation, i have to admin i’m quite saddened i’ve not met you before.” he started, happy to continue the meeting with him - and even happier that he’s found someone on equal intellect and personal care. “now i feel as if i should offer you a coffee or tea just to continue this conversation, if you’d indulge me, of course.”

vanessa took great care in being observant of other’s needs. ever since she was a young girl, she’d ensure that her best friend and sister by claim, mina, was always happy. nothing had really changed from that time and as she approached one of her coworkers - a csi - she could sense the feeling of needing someone to lend a kind word or a comforting hand. gently, she approached and brought her hand to the other’s arm and placed it firmly but softly there, peering into nora’s eyes and smiling with understanding and sympathy. “i won’t ask if you don’t wish me to, but i’m happy to listen.” she spoke quietly and gave her a nod. “or offer a hug or even tea, i’m quite a versatile pathologist.”

he was no stranger to nightmares or terrors that kept him awake. a part of him felt vastly empty and alone, something buried beneath the surface that was wiped clean by an unknown force. he knew he had all the components of his life that ever wanted, but the disturbance of what he felt was a sense of lost identity really disturbed him. still, thinking about himself while he held his bride to be was selfish and his attention turned to firmly stay upon her. placing kisses along caroline’s hairline, klaus paused as she went only into the barest of details - an attempt to work his mind around it and to sort through it - as he allowed her his silence to continue. ”i can assure you that i am here and i am very real and you’re not alone.” he whispered, placing a determined kiss to her temple as she brought her hands up to cover her face. “caroline,” he spoke her name as he spoke it thousands of times before; with love and confidence in everything that he knew she to be. “they were vivid nightmares - you’re safe, you’ve done no harm to anyone, your friends are here, i am here, you’re going to be alright. i promise. and i promise that i’ll never leave you.” when she offered a quick dismissal to her dreams, klaus sighed lightly and reached to bring her hands down from her face to turn her head to face him. “doesn’t matter what started them, you had them - and that’s alright. any nightmares that may come, we’ll face them. together.”

thor’s smile grew wider as he recognized that his new seatmate was one of his absolutely favorite types of personalities. he loved folks who had an annoyance with him, seeing as he took it as a challenge to befriend them - all in good jest, of course. “mm, yes cheap is good - not necessarily healthy, but it’s enough sustenance to keep you going for what you need it to.” he agreed as he pulled a piece of lettuce from his meal, grinning at her as he held it up. “and look! they even included a vegetable, very generous of them.” he joked, putting the lettuce leaf into his mouth and eating it. “i am thor, very nice to meet you - and uh,” he leaned foward just a bit in a conspirator sense, “the ramen house that’s here? miles better and cheaper too - try the black garlic oil tonkatsu. delicious.”

at her words, quill lit up with a grateful smile as he passed the donation bag of goods along to her. sometimes he went overboard and would buy so much stuff that rocket wouldn’t possibly ever be able to get any good use out of. “trust me, i know me enough to know that i will be back with more stuff because i am an impulse shopper. it’s my sin, i get it, i’ve accepted it. that’s totally on me.” he half-joked as rocky started to squirm in his arms. “hey buddy, i get it - but if i let you down you’re gonna wonder off and come back with like a trail of cats and we can’t do that, man.” he spoke softly to his son before putting his attention back to the worker. “rocket is... special. i mean, he’s a great cat and a best friend, but he also likes to try to kill me? i don’t know how to describe it without leaning into the trope that cats are assholes who you love but... he’s an asshole who i love.” he paused and turned to rocky. “i owe you two quarters, sorry little dude.” smiling he looked to jiyeong once more. “what would training entail?”

“hm,“ he responded a smile on his lips as he glanced down and towards his drink. “if it makes you feel better hope, i do believe you.“ but as with all thinks, klaus certainly understood that it wasn’t without a catch of some sort. after all, she wouldn’t be his daughter if she hadn’t been working on a loophole to her words. “and there it is.” he looked back towards her, a glint in his eye - dangerous but paternal as he brought his own drink to his lips and taking a sip. “you know as well as i that there will be, our family is many things, but we understand the nature of needing imbibement during a formal ceremony.” he paused as he heard movement upstairs before sitting forward and placing his own drink down, his voice lowered into a hushed whisper,  a playful smile on his own lips. “so long as you’re responsible i’ll turn the other cheek, but i can’t say so much for caroline - she does adore you greatly, but i think your biggest villain of that day will be your uncle. he’ll be watching you like a hawk.”

it was a strange and entirely foreign concept for natasha to allow anyone to see her in a state that would be described as vulnerable. she was never comfortable with expressing emotion and felt ridiculous when the overwhelming amount of case work began to pile up on her - she finally broke. it wasn’t until she felt someone press a warm mug of tea into her hands that she started to become a more sentient version of herself again. offering a half-hearted smile, natasha looked over towards the other woman and gave her an appreciative nod. “you didn’t have to, but thank you.” she started, bringing the tea to her lips and blowing the steam away gently. “i’m sorry you had to see me like this. i don’t normally crack under pressure, everything must have gotten away from me.”

meg was pretty easy going, mostly because they were self-professed lazy - but also not easily offended. anyone could say or do just about anything and she wouldn’t care. apathetic might have been the better word to describe her. “well shit,” meg stated, looking around them as they gave an enthusiastic nod towards faith’s revision. “you’re right. two beers and exactly five gummy worms to cure everything. except i like excess and sin, so hey might as well eat more than the suggested.” she smirked, watching faith as she moved about before giving a shrug. “i wish, but you know wonder bread? right? yeah about as bland but at least bread is tasty.” they snorted, shoving a gummy worm in their mouth before toeing the rest of the beer with her boot and sliding the pack over towards her friend. “better and funner ways to burn energy you know - but i get it. still, you’ve peaked my curiosity, so all beer on me.”

jon hated going to hospitals or doctors or anything to do with medical - and avoided it if he could help it. but at the insistence of olenna, margaery’s grandmother - he finally caved and found his way into an appointment with the physical therapist in town. when the doctor came in, he offered a quick and nervous smile before deciding to go ahead and get everything out and done. “i don’t like doctors, just thought you should know that - um, but one of my cows, she laid down onto my wrist and i think she did something to it. it was swollen for a bit but that’s gone down and i thought i’d be fine.” he held the wrist up, clearly still needing attention. “it hurts but it doesn’t seem broken - i can put weight on it. just think maybe she bruised it badly, you know?”

people never really bothered frank as a whole. people existed, they did their things, went on with life, let him do his thing and that was that. but sometimes individuals of those people stood out to him and he found himself opening the cabin to the cemetery to one of those individual people. “music man,” frank stated, a small smirk on his lips as he looked down at the other, his brows raising in a bit of surprise. “you need something or just passing through the weirdest and darkest cut through ever?” he joked, glancing behind jaskier to see if anyone else was trespassing the grounds. normally, people didn’t come see him - mostly they tried to avoid him - so it was always a surprise when someone knocked on his door.