Second Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew was fixing some fine food: tomato soup and grilled cheese. An American classic. There was a fairly large pot of the soup, and he had enough bread and cheese to share if anyone else was hungry.

There was also some groovy Latin jazz playing, and he was dancing about the kitchen, head bobbing and hips swaying -- sometimes in time with the music. Life was good.

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[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He'd actually just been walking upstairs to get to his room when he noticed the music and the scent of something sweet and--

Andrew.

He didn't really want Andrew to stop dancing but had a feeling he would if he noticed Liir and as such, he snuck his way into the common room until he was at a good vantage point that shouldn't be noticed too quickly.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

And indeed he wasn't notice, as Andrew continued to sway his hips, snap his fingers, and dance about without any hint of trepidation. He even punctuated some of the high notes with a fantastic display of jazz fingers.

All this while competently flipping over the grilled cheese to keep it from burning.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help it.

Well, after Andrew had already flipped the grilled cheese.





...he giggled.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew just kind of froze, hip jutted out, one hand in the air, a spatula mid twirl.

Slowly, he turned about. "I thought I recognized I laugh," he said with a grin. "I'm glad you find me amusing!"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I find you much more than amusing," he said from his little perch. Where he was, at one of the windows, he looked a little like a bird. Or perhaps it just accented his usual birdishness.

"That smells good."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"I was going to come look for you -- see if you wanted any," he said. "I've got one already cooked if you want it." He pointed at a grilled cheese sandwich sitting on plate.

"I've bowls and spoons here, too. Help yourself."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He wandered over and, in a fit of something he couldn't quite put a name to, stole a kiss before he picked up the sandwich.

"I'll keep that in mind."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

Andrew chuckled to himself, enjoying that little jolt he got every time Liir gave him a kiss.

"So what did you think of class today? My robot kind of freaked me out."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Mine was pretty nice," he said thoughtfully as he picked up the sandwich and put a corner into his mouth. He tore off a piece, chewed it, and swallowed.

"We talked about some things, actually."

He took another bite.

"But, um, you know that's my world, right? In the far far future, but it's where I came from."

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

It hadn't crossed his mind till right then.

"Oh, yeah!" He felt guilty for not realizing it sooner.

"It was very, um, nice. Was it very different from your time?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He nodded. Rather a lot. Then he swallowed.

"Did you see the statue? The one in the center of the town?"

He kept sticking on that, mostly because it was so unreal. So fantastic. He remembered Nick Chopper is being a bit daft and a bit of a romantic and a cutting wit, not some statue up on a pedestal.

It was almost as bad as what they'd done to the Witch.

[wannabe-pan.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It was kind of hard to miss," he said. "Why?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I knew him," he said quietly. "He was one of Dorothy's companions. We traveled from Kiamo Ko to the Emerald City."

He took another bite of the sandwich.

"You can see how that'd be odd, yes?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge gives a tentative wave to the boy he recognizes from Inventiontronics class.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir smiles back and gives a little bit of a wave. He's somewhat shy. But--

"Inventiontronics?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge nods in confirmation. Wandering over, he offers one gloved hand for a handshake. "I'm Bridge," he introduces himself.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He looks at the gloves, just a little, but dismisses it a moment later.

"Liir," he offered in exchange. "Sorry I was a little odd today in class. If you said hi then, I probably missed it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge shrugs as he shakes Liir's hand. "I'm odd pretty much most of the time," he admits. "So no need for apologies."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"That makes two of us," he said with a faint smile. He tipped his chin towards Andrew and the little kitchen.

"The food is good. You should get a sandwich and some soup."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I'm never one to resist free food," Bridge says, wandering over to do just that before returning a few moments later. "So... you and Andrew, huh?" he asks, still smiling.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He couldn't help the smile.

"Andrew and I, yes," he said with a mildly dreamy look in his eyes.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge recognises that smile. And that look. Because it's the same way he gets whenever he thinks about Xander. "Good," he says. "Andrew deserves happiness after, well... everything. And you make him happy. So I'm glad."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"'Everything'?"

What did Bridge know? How much would he tell him? Should he try and find out, or should he talk to Andrew? He knew about Bart, after all, and Neil...

"Sorry. I shouldn't be nosy. I should ask him if I want to know."

And he had to ask him, still, about his wrist and the 'basement'.

"I'm glad I make him happy."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

The 'everything' in question is pretty much covered by what had happened with Bart, and Neil, and how he hadn't seen his friend truly happy in nearly three months. Everything else he knows about Andrew isn't even about *this* Andrew, just bits and pieces about the one from Xander's reality. But it's enough that he hopes that this Andrew's path after graduation isn't the same.

"Probably better that way," Bridge agrees. "Um, about the asking, although the fact that you make him happy is also a better way too, you know, but I meant I didn't want to talk about something I maybe shouldn't in case he wanted to bring it up himself."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He ran a hand through his hair and ruffled the curls at the back of his neck. It didn't change much of anything.

"I do my best," and he left the rest of it behind.

But there was something bothering him, something in the green green eyes that wasn't easy for even him to define.