July 27th, 207
Jolly Roger's Journal
Okay, something definitely happened when I wasn't looking.
They must think they're so subtle, but anyone can see the difference. They're still dancing around each other, but not to keep their distance, not deliberately. The way they look at each other tells the whole story and then some. Of course, neither of them has 'fessed up, and so we all have to play the damn game. Well, the three of us, at least. Not sure if Wufei or Heero have caught on just yet.
It's not that I'm really pissed. Hell, I'm happy for them. Good for them that they've worked everything out, glad I was right - must have been, at least in some things. I even reserve the right to be a little envious. Sure, they'll have their own set of trouble to overcome, but at least Auntie Red won't ever be a pain.
Which reminds me - better buy some icecream on the way back. Almost that time again.
Heero caught me off-guard this morning, and asked me what Hilde was to me. Can't blame him for asking, since I'd just given another rant about her to Wufei, sharing our miseries. We're both being idiots. I know it. I think he does, too. I don't know what I'd do if Hilde packed up and left, out of the blue - other than miss her.
Anyway... I was stumped for an answer. We're friends, for sure. Roommates, yes. But despite the occasional 'incident', I wouldn't claim we're lovers, and we're not dating either. Still, 'friend' seems too empty a word, and 'girlfriend' is far too loaded. Somewhere in between, maybe. What's that called, again?
Heero talked about love and absolutes and a whole lot of stuff I couldn't figure out how he came up with. I think the only thing we could agree on without an interpreter was that there's something completely intangible about love, a mystery if you will, that can't really be told in words - only approximated.
I know there will be a day Hilde moves out, or I do - but I'm dead certain it won't be the sort of dramatic break fiction loves to feature.
For now, I have other problems to deal with - like that loan for our L3 venture. I will ask... I still have several days left, don't I?
I've come up with a bit of a plan, one to end all my frustrations all at once. Trowa and Quatre aren't talking, not in words. What if I give them a little help, a soft 'nudge' to break the ice of silence, and force out the truth? Sure, that is sorta mean if they planned to camp out in the closet, but right after that it would be a hell of a lot easier to summon up the guts to ask for money, since the answer would be in doubt. If Quatre was pissed at me, he'd put down some standard limitations on a loan, rather than write it off to a 'friendship' tab, or even gifts.
Then again, if he goes all the way to Zero, begging the banks for a loan would have been a better option.
But - nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?
They'll never know what hit them.
- 'Operation Meteor, Death from Above' - Little D.