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[farkle]

Farkle J. Minkus. 14. The genius that is loyal and kind.
Future world dictator. Pippin.
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[farkle]

[He knows what to expect. He's watched them all long enough, and has known both of the girls much longer than he's watched. It didn't take a genius to see where everything was headed, but it wasn't something he could interfere in. This was something they had to get through on their own, even if it hurts to see all of his friends so upset.

He smiles in turn when she takes her ice cream, sliding into the booth across from her. Nodding, he takes a lick of the icecream.]

I figured you could use some extra sprinkles, too.

[plutonicideals]

[She smiles a little, a giggle that isn't quite her usual happy giggle.]

I noticed. You know what I like, Farkle.

[And its awkward. She knows Farkle heard everything she just did with Maya and Lucas.]

[farkle]

[ He did hear. He expected something soon, though maybe not like that. Still, he can't smile at that sound. That's not the giggle he's used to and certainly not the sound he loves more than anything else. ]

I also know you're pretending right now. And you don't have to pretend with me.

[plutonicideals]

[She sighs, because of course Farkle would know. If anyone would know, it's him.]

Then I won't. They're sorting it out though, so it'll be okay.

[farkle]

It's not just about them-- it's never been just about them.

[He says it easily, even if he doesn't add more. Even if he doesn't know what else to say regarding the whole thing. Because of course he doesn't. He's not good with emotions. Recognizing them, sure, but he doesn't know how to handle them. There's a reason he doesn't say things or help his friends deal with them, that's Riley's thing. And all he can do now is bring them to the surface. Or direct logic, but...

Well, that's not easy right now. So for now he takes a bite of his ice cream and waits.]

[plutonicideals]

It is now.

[Because she has NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS aside from pushing down her own feelings in favor of supporting Maya. That's more important than her own feelings, and she is trying to stay as uninvolved with that as she can, aside from pushing people where they needed to go.]

[farkle]

It's not.

[He continues to say it just as firmly, certain neither of them would want Riley to shove her own feelings aside. But he can't force her to say anything, not yet, not when he's not really sure what anything is. So he just says what needs to be said and goes to his ice cream again.]

[plutonicideals]

[She's pretty stubborn about shoving those feelings aside, though, and she frowns intensely at Farkle.]

It is. It really is about them now.

[farkle]

[He frowns at her intently, pinching his face, wandering if it was his place to push right now or not.]

Your feelings still matter too.

[plutonicideals]

Not right now. It's all worked out, Farkle.

[Because while her feelings say something else, she has her brain stuck on 'this is okay, who needs feelings, certainly not me']

[farkle]

If it's all worked out then why were you looking like you wanted to cry a few minutes ago?

[plutonicideals]

—I didn't. It was just...

[She doesn't have an answer, actually. She just shakes her head instead.]

[farkle]

You did. And it's okay to not be happy, Riley. I wouldn't expect you to be.