Wyn & Alwyn
Honestly the data analysis that went into trying to gain insights about Wyn was one of the best intellectual challenges House had had in some time. The data from Alwyn was also enormously helpful, since he could use it as a control. Also the process of getting some of it was... a bonus.
Finally he thought he had a pretty reasonable theory. He didn't really want to wait until he ran into him again, so one day right after class he went to Wyn's room and knocked on the door.
Finally he thought he had a pretty reasonable theory. He didn't really want to wait until he ran into him again, so one day right after class he went to Wyn's room and knocked on the door.
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"Hurt you, I assume. You know, use you up then discard you," Alwyn laughed. "If I did though, would you truly mind?" he asked with a purr.
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"It's possible," Alwyn admitted, not about to lie about such things. He knew how fickle he could be. "It's fun for now though, yes?"
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"I think you're interesting," Alwyn replied. "I like interesting. Interesting is fun."
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"I'm always looking to be entertained," Alwyn assured him.
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"I can think of better ways, but we could start there," Alwyn said, peeling off his coat and inviting himself to sit.
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Alwyn laughed, laying down on the sofa and watching Greg with a warm smile.
He was talented, and the music was beautiful. So much so Alwyn almost didn't want it to stop. It was so nice to just watch Greg play.
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"No, don't be sorry, I'm enjoying it," Alwyn assured him. "You're very talented, your hands are a wonder."
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Alwyn laughed brightly at that, stretching out where he lounged.
"Oh? What will you surprise me with next? Perhaps a fiddle or a lute..."
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Alwyn sat up slightly and settled in to watch him play.
"You enjoy music?" he asked.
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And then, surprising himself even a little, he started to sing. "Hey lady, you've got the love I need, maybe more than enough...."
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Alwyn didn't know the song, he knew very little human music, but he listened in silence. More than the song, he enjoyed Greg- The sound of his voice, the precise movements of his fingers, it was charming. He was charming, Alwyn supposed, a bit surprised by how much he was warming to the human.
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"No, but I'm enjoying it very much. I had no idea you were musical. You should play more often, you're very good," Alwyn replied honestly.
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