Edamura Makoto! [ His cutieful boy. ] Please, come up and make your pick.
[ And when Edamura comes up — he picks Shindou Rom. ]
Why'd you pick him?
[it's funny, how at ease he seems, standing up on that stage. no nervous tics. no telltale signs of trying too hard. just a simple bean, standing with hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly to the side as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts]
"Because I want to."
[simple. blunt. to the point!! is he stopping there?? . . . no, after a few seconds of silence, he continues]
"That should be reason enough, but there is. . . more."
[a hapless shrug]
"Frankly, I didn't really know what I was looking for when I first got here. I still don't know! Isn't that stupid? Three weeks later, and I can't figure out what it is that I want. Except--"
[. . .]
". . . maybe someone who'll carry my baggage for a little while. Maybe I can carry his, too? That might be pretty nice. Maybe we're both pretty damaged from the shit we've been through! And. . . maybe that doesn't matter. Not to me, anyway. Maybe he knows I'm a liar and doesn't care, or at least believes me when I say I'm being honest. Maybe he also doesn't care that I'm a bit of a contradiction sometimes, or that I say I don't believe in silly romantic notions like a "spark" when I think I--"
[cuts himself up abruptly, gaze flickering down. another breath, to give himself a second wind]
"A-- anyway.
. . . maybe I'm lying about not knowing what I want, too. [. . .] No, I definitely am. I think this is the most certain I've felt about anything. And for someone who has spent three weeks trying to figure himself out, that. . .
Means. Something."
[a beat]
"Right?"
[ Which is very, very sweet and when Rom is picked to come up to the stage, he simply says — ]
"Thank you, Edamura-san. I'm glad luck was on your side. Intuition tells me this is the way things were meant to go."
edamura makoto
Edamura Makoto! [ His cutieful boy. ] Please, come up and make your pick.
[ And when Edamura comes up — he picks Shindou Rom. ]
Why'd you pick him?
[it's funny, how at ease he seems, standing up on that stage. no nervous tics. no telltale signs of trying too hard. just a simple bean, standing with hands in his pockets, head tilted slightly to the side as he takes a moment to collect his thoughts]
"Because I want to."
[simple. blunt. to the point!! is he stopping there?? . . . no, after a few seconds of silence, he continues]
"That should be reason enough, but there is. . . more."
[a hapless shrug]
"Frankly, I didn't really know what I was looking for when I first got here. I still don't know! Isn't that stupid? Three weeks later, and I can't figure out what it is that I want. Except--"
[. . .]
". . . maybe someone who'll carry my baggage for a little while. Maybe I can carry his, too? That might be pretty nice. Maybe we're both pretty damaged from the shit we've been through! And. . . maybe that doesn't matter. Not to me, anyway. Maybe he knows I'm a liar and doesn't care, or at least believes me when I say I'm being honest. Maybe he also doesn't care that I'm a bit of a contradiction sometimes, or that I say I don't believe in silly romantic notions like a "spark" when I think I--"
[cuts himself up abruptly, gaze flickering down. another breath, to give himself a second wind]
"A-- anyway.
. . . maybe I'm lying about not knowing what I want, too. [. . .] No, I definitely am. I think this is the most certain I've felt about anything. And for someone who has spent three weeks trying to figure himself out, that. . .
Means. Something."
[a beat]
"Right?"
[ Which is very, very sweet and when Rom is picked to come up to the stage, he simply says — ]
"Thank you, Edamura-san. I'm glad luck was on your side. Intuition tells me this is the way things were meant to go."
[ Wei Wuxian looks delighted, for real. ]