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Froggydude had learned, over the course of the last several weeks, that there were very few things in the world more exhausting than trying to kill Grox, and that the few things which could rival it generally involved Grox himself.
Taking Seawatt back to the team headquarters was apparently going to become one of them.
It was not that Froggydude disliked his new companion. Quite the opposite, in fact, which was precisely the problem. He had discovered that spending time with Seawatt was becoming an increasingly pleasant experience, and he was beginning to suspect that his own mind had developed a cruel sense of humor, because the more exhausted he became by the mission, the more determined it seemed to be to remind him that his partner had an exceptionally beautiful face.
He had spent most of the morning attempting to convince himself that he could behave normally.
He had failed before they had even left their temporary shelter.
Seawatt had been standing near the entrance, gathering his belongings, when he turned to ask whether they had enough supplies for the journey. The morning light had fallen across his face, catching the dark line of kohl around his eyes and illuminating the warm brown of his skin. His long black hair, which he had tied loosely behind his shoulders, had begun to escape its restraint, and several strands rested against his cheek.
Froggydude had looked at him for approximately three seconds too long, Then he had walked directly into the edge of the doorway. "ow fucking-!"
It had not been a particularly dignified beginning to the day.
Seawatt, naturally, had noticed, He had been kind enough not to laugh immediately, which Froggydude supposed was something to be grateful for. The amusement in his eyes, however, had made it abundantly clear that the incident would not be forgotten. "You should probably watch where you're going," Seawatt had remarked.
Froggydude, who was rubbing his forehead and attempting to recover what remained of his dignity, had informed him that he was perfectly capable of navigating a doorway.
Seawatt had nodded with the solemnity of a man accepting an important declaration. "Of course."
Froggydude had disliked him a little more after that.
Unfortunately, he had also liked him considerably more.
Now, as they traveled toward the headquarters, Froggydude found himself experiencing the same unpleasant combination of irritation and affection, made worse by the fact that Seawatt appeared to have no intention of making the journey any easier for him.
The path wound between low hills and patches of stubborn vegetation, crossing stretches of open ground where the wind moved freely and the afternoon sun offered little protection from the cold. Their equipment made occasional noises as they walked, the familiar sounds of buckles, tools, and supplies providing a rhythm to the journey. Froggydude knew the route well enough to navigate it without much thought, but he remained alert to the terrain out of habit. The world had taught him that familiarity was not the same thing as safety.
Grox had made certain of that.
Even when the king was nowhere in sight, his influence lingered in the landscape. There were villages where people spoke too carefully, roads that had become unsafe because of the soldiers stationed along them, and abandoned structures that reminded Froggydude of how quickly a place could lose its sense of permanence when the person in charge considered destruction an acceptable answer to disagreement.
The headquarters had been established in one of the safer regions, far enough from the kingdom's main routes to avoid attracting unnecessary attention. It was not much to look at, but it offered shelter, storage, and a place where the team could gather without having to worry constantly about who might be listening.
More importantly, it contained people Froggydude knew.
He had begun to appreciate that fact more than he cared to admit.
There had been a time when he thought he could manage the mission alone. He had believed that keeping his distance from other people would make the work easier, that fewer attachments meant fewer distractions and fewer opportunities for someone else to become a weakness he could not afford.
The reasoning had been understandable.
It had also been wrong.
Isolation did not make fear disappear. It merely gave fear more room to grow without anyone there to challenge it. Left alone long enough, Froggydude had discovered, even the smallest uncertainty could become something enormous, a private catastrophe that expanded to fill every quiet moment.
The team did not solve that problem for him, but they made it harder for him to pretend that he had to carry everything by himself.
And now he was bringing Seawatt into that small, imperfect refuge.
The thought made him strangely nervous.
He had no reason to be. Seawatt was competent, intelligent, and more than capable of defending himself against the sort of people they were likely to encounter. He had already demonstrated that he could remain composed under pressure, and the damage he had inflicted on Grox's mask was proof that he was not someone who needed to be protected from every difficult situation.
Still, Froggydude found himself wondering what the others would think of him.
It was an irrational concern. The team had more pressing problems than judging the appearance of a new recruit, and the last thing they needed was another argument about who was the most attractive person involved in the mission.
But Froggydude knew his companions.
He knew Baby Villager would ask questions no one had invited him to ask, that Dumb Villager would probably say whatever came into his head before considering whether it ought to be said, and that Nerd Villager would attempt to analyze Seawatt's clothing as though the man were an unexplained scientific phenomenon. Homeless Villager, meanwhile, was likely to respond to the situation with the kind of dry, exhausted amusement that made Froggydude question whether he had ever taken anything seriously in his life.
Introducing Seawatt to them was going to be an experience.
He only hoped that experience would not involve him having to explain why he had spent the entire journey looking at his new partner.
"You're quiet," Seawatt observed.
Froggydude glanced at him. "I've been quiet for the last twenty minutes."
"Exactly..duh"
"Maybe I have nothing to say."
"That would be a first."
Froggydude turned to stare at him.
Seawatt looked back with an expression of such innocent composure that Froggydude briefly considered whether it was possible to commit a crime without leaving any evidence.
"You know," Froggydude said, "you're a lot more annoying than you seemed at first."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I chose to interpret it generously."
Froggydude's frog-like ears twitched.
Seawatt noticed. His gaze lingered on them for a moment before he looked forward again, and Froggydude had the uncomfortable feeling that he was beginning to recognize the smaller details of his expressions as well.
It was not fair.
Froggydude had spent years being perfectly comfortable in his own body, even with its peculiarities. His green hair, the blue streaks he had never quite managed to keep tidy, his unusual ears, and his long tongue were simply parts of him. He had never needed to look ordinary to feel comfortable with himself.
Yet Seawatt had a way of making him suddenly aware of every awkward movement and every unhelpful physical reaction, as though Froggydude had somehow forgotten how to occupy his own skin.
He was beginning to understand why people wrote songs about unrequited love.
It seemed like a miserable hobby.
They reached the headquarters shortly after midday.
The building had once served as a small administrative outpost, judging by the remains of a sign above the entrance and the faded markings on the stonework. The team had repaired what they could, reinforced the doors, and converted the interior into a practical arrangement of sleeping spaces, supply rooms, and a common area that was permanently cluttered with maps and half-finished projects.
It was not comfortable in any conventional sense. The walls were uneven, the windows let in cold air, and the floor had a habit of collecting dust no matter how often someone swept it. But there was a fire in the common room, a place to sit, and the familiar smell of food that had been prepared by someone who understood that survival was considerably less miserable when it involved something warm to eat.
Froggydude paused outside the entrance.
For a moment, he felt an unexpected reluctance to go inside.
It was not because he feared what the others would say. He had known them long enough to accept that embarrassment was an unavoidable part of being around people who considered personal boundaries a suggestion rather than a rule.
It was something else.
He was bringing Seawatt into his life.
The realization was so quietly startling that he almost failed to recognize it for what it was. Seawatt was not simply another person assigned to the mission, someone who would be useful for a few days before their paths inevitably diverged. Froggydude had begun to look forward to his company, to anticipate his comments, and to feel the absence of his voice when they spent too long walking in silence.
He had started to make room for him.
That was all.
It was not love (note:- are we deadass??) , he reminded himself. Not yet. It was too early to use a word that carried so much weight, and he was not interested in becoming the sort of person who confused the first pleasant experience of being understood with the promise of a permanent relationship.
Still, the thought of introducing Seawatt to the others made him feel as though he were revealing something private.
Seawatt looked at the building, then at Froggydude. "Is something wrong?"
"No."
"You're standing outside the door."
"I'm aware."
"Are you planning to keep doing that?"
Froggydude sighed. "You're enjoying this."
"A little."
"You're a terrible person."
"I've been told."
Froggydude pushed the door open before Seawatt could say anything else.
The common room was occupied.
Dumb Villager sat near the fire with a bowl balanced precariously on one knee, looking as though he had been in the middle of an argument with the food and had not yet decided who was winning. Nerd Villager had spread several pieces of paper across the table, arranging them in an order that probably made perfect sense to him and no one else. Homeless Villager was occupying the most comfortable chair in the room with the unmistakable air of someone who had acquired it through a combination of persistence and the collective exhaustion of everyone who might otherwise have challenged him.
Baby Villager was on the floor, This was not unusual.
Baby Villager spent an unreasonable amount of time on the floor, partly because he was small enough to move through spaces that other people could not easily access and partly because he had the peculiar conviction that sitting in a chair was an unnecessary limitation on his freedom. He had several weapons within reach, a half-disassembled piece of equipment in his lap, and the expression of a child who had been told not to do something and was currently deciding whether the consequences were worth it.
He looked up when the door opened, His face brightened immediately. "DADDY!"
Froggydude barely had time to brace himself before Baby Villager abandoned his equipment and rushed toward him.
The impact was familiar. Baby Villager threw his arms around Froggydude's middle with enough enthusiasm to make him take a step backward, and Froggydude caught him automatically, one hand settling against the back of his head. "Hey, buddy."
Baby Villager looked up at him with the fierce, delighted expression of someone who had been waiting for his favorite person to return and had no intention of pretending otherwise. "You're back!"
"I am."
"You took forever."
"I was gone for a few days."
"Forever."
Froggydude sighed, though the corners of his mouth had already begun to lift. "I see you've been keeping busy."
Baby Villager's eyes flicked toward the weapons scattered around the floor. "Yes."
"Have you been using those responsibly?"
Baby villager looked at him, There was a pause. "Define responsibly."
Froggydude closed his eyes, Behind him, Seawatt made a quiet sound that might have been a laugh.
Froggydude opened his eyes again and looked down at the child attached to his waist. "That is not an answer I like."
"It's an answer."
"It's a terrible answer."
Baby Villager grinned.
There were days when Froggydude genuinely could not understand how someone so small had managed to develop such an impressive capacity for causing trouble. Baby Villager had the sort of personality that seemed to thrive on testing the limits of every rule he encountered, and his relationship with weapons was a constant source of concern for anyone who had ever witnessed him approaching a problem with more confidence than sense.
He was brave, resourceful, and frequently impossible, He was also, in his own strange way, affectionate.
Baby Villager had decided a long time ago that Froggydude belonged to him, and he had expressed this conviction through a relentless combination of following him around, demanding attention, stealing his food, and calling him Daddy whenever he wanted something or wished to make it clear that he had missed him.
Froggydude had never been entirely certain how to respond to the title.
At first, he had tried to correct him. Then he had tried to explain that he was not actually Baby Villager's father. Eventually, he had realized that the child understood the distinction perfectly well and simply did not consider it relevant.
Baby Villager called him Daddy because he trusted him.
Because Froggydude came back when he said he would, because he made sure the child had eaten, and because he had learned to recognize the difference between Baby Villager's ordinary mischief and the moments when the boy was being difficult because he was frightened.
Froggydude had not intended to become responsible for someone else.
The mission had already demanded more from him than he had expected to give, and there were times when he barely felt capable of managing his own life. But Baby Villager had gradually become one of the few things that could pull him out of his own head, reminding him that the world contained people who needed more from him than anger and determination.
He loved the child.
That was the simplest explanation, and the one he had eventually stopped trying to avoid.
Baby Villager had no idea what that meant in any conventional sense. He simply knew that Froggydude was his person, and he behaved accordingly.
Which was why, after demanding several assurances that Froggydude had not brought home any dangerous creatures, he finally noticed the stranger standing behind him.
Baby Villager went completely still, Froggydude felt the change immediately.
The child's arms remained around his waist, but his attention had shifted so completely that it was almost possible to hear the gears turning in his head. His eyes moved over Seawatt's clothes, the gold ornaments at his wrists, the long black hair falling around his shoulders, and the dark line of kohl that framed his eyes.
Then Baby Villager looked up at Froggydude, Then back at Seawatt, Then at Froggydude again.
The silence lasted long enough for everyone else in the room to notice.
"Baby?" Froggydude asked cautiously.
The child did not answer.
He was staring at Seawatt with the solemn concentration of someone who had just encountered a creature so extraordinary that he was struggling to determine whether it was real.
Seawatt, who had apparently not anticipated being examined by a small, armed child, looked back at him with polite uncertainty. "Hello."
Baby Villager's mouth fell open. "Daddy," he whispered.
Froggydude's heart sank. "Oh, no."
"Daddy."
"What?"
Baby Villager slowly turned his head toward him, his expression full of wonder. "She's so pretty."
For one second, the room was silent.
Then Dumb Villager choked on his food.
Nerd Villager looked up so quickly that he nearly knocked his papers off the table. Homeless Villager lowered the object he had been examining and stared at Baby Villager with the expression of a man who had just witnessed history being made in front of him.
Froggydude felt every muscle in his body tense, Seawatt blinked, Once, Twice, Then he looked at Froggydude.
Froggydude wanted the floor to open beneath him. "Baby," he said carefully, "that's not a girl."
Baby Villager looked genuinely confused.
He examined Seawatt again, apparently searching for the evidence that might support Froggydude's claim. His gaze lingered on the long hair, the kohl, and the elaborate clothing, then returned to Froggydude with the stubborn certainty of a child who had never been particularly impressed by other people's explanations ."Yes, she is."
"No, he isn't."
"Then why is she so pretty?"
Dumb Villager made a strangled noise that suggested he was in danger of losing control of himself entirely, Homeless Villager covered his mouth with one hand, Nerd Villager, to his credit, attempted to maintain a serious expression, He failed.
Froggydude could feel his ears flattening against his head. "Baby Villager."
"What?"
"That's a man."
Baby Villager looked at Seawatt one more time, Then he said, with absolute sincerity, "That's unfair."
Dumb Villager burst out laughing.
It was not a polite laugh, nor a restrained one. It was the sort of laughter that came from someone who had been given a gift too wonderful to waste, and he leaned forward in his chair, one hand braced against the table while the other tried and failed to cover his mouth.
Homeless Villager was no better. His shoulders shook as he stared at Seawatt, who had gone very still in the way people did when they were trying to decide whether a situation was too ridiculous to be offended by.
Nerd Villager took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put them back on. "I think," he said, with admirable seriousness, "that we should establish a few things before this conversation continues."
"Please do," Froggydude muttered.
"First, Seawatt is a man."
"Thank you."
"Second, Baby Villager's conclusion appears to be based on a combination of long hair, decorative clothing, and facial cosmetics."
"Thank you very much."
"Third, I would like to point out that none of these characteristics are exclusive to women."
Baby Villager considered this, Then he looked at Seawatt again. "I still think he's pretty."
Seawatt's mouth twitched, Froggydude saw it.
Of course he saw it. He had become painfully familiar with the small changes in Seawatt's expression, the brief moments when amusement threatened to break through his composure. He knew what was coming a fraction of a second before it happened, and he was powerless to stop it.
Seawatt laughed.
It was a quiet laugh, warm and unexpectedly genuine, and it transformed his face so completely that Froggydude forgot, for a moment, that he was supposed to be embarrassed.
The sound was beautiful, So was the expression that accompanied it.
Froggydude stared, Then Seawatt looked at him.
Froggydude immediately became interested in the ceiling, He was going to die here.
Not because of Grox, not because of the command block, and not because the mission had become increasingly dangerous with every passing day.
He was going to die because he had developed feelings for a man who could apparently make him forget how to behave in the presence of other people, and that man had now arrived at headquarters to discover that Froggydude's friends were a collection of lunatics.
This was his life.
He had no one to blame but himself.
The introduction, once the laughter had subsided enough for anyone to speak coherently, went considerably worse than Froggydude had hoped.
Seawatt was polite. He greeted everyone, answered their questions, and explained his role in the mission with the patience of someone who had already learned that people tended to become less difficult when they were given something useful to concentrate on.
The others, however, were struggling.
Dumb Villager had apparently decided that Seawatt's existence was the most interesting development to occur since the beginning of the mission. He kept looking at him with open curiosity, as though he expected the man to reveal some additional detail that might explain why he looked so different from everyone else.
Nerd Villager attempted to disguise his interest as an academic investigation into the historical origins of Seawatt's clothing, but his questions became increasingly specific, and he eventually had to admit that he was mostly curious about how Seawatt managed to keep his hair in such good condition while traveling through an environment that seemed designed to destroy every practical possession a person might own.
Homeless Villager simply watched.
That was worse.
He had the particular talent of making silence feel like an accusation, and Froggydude had known him long enough to understand that the longer he remained quiet, the more likely he was to say something devastating when the opportunity presented itself.
Baby Villager, meanwhile, had become inseparable from Froggydude.
He remained attached to his side throughout the introduction, occasionally glancing at Seawatt with the expression of someone who was still grieving the fact that a beautiful woman had turned out to be a man. Every few minutes, he leaned toward Froggydude to whisper a question that was only marginally quieter than ordinary speech.
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
Froggydude nearly dropped the supplies he was carrying. "What?"
Baby Villager pointed at Seawatt. "Does he have a girlfriend?"
"I don't know."
"Does he have a boyfriend?"
Froggydude froze.
Across the room, Seawatt looked up from the equipment Nerd Villager was showing him.
Froggydude could feel the blood rushing to his face. "Why are you asking me that?"
"Because you brought him here."
"That doesn't mean I know everything about him!"
Baby Villager frowned. "Then ask him." Froggydude stared down at the child, The child stared back.
There were moments when Froggydude genuinely wondered whether Baby Villager had been born with an instinctive understanding of how to make his life more difficult.
"You are not helping," Froggydude informed him.
"I'm helping."
"You're absolutely not."
Baby Villager considered this, then tightened his arms around Froggydude's waist. "Daddy doesn't want me to ask questions."
"Daddy wants you to stop asking questions about strangers' relationships."
"Why?"
"Because it's rude."
Baby Villager looked thoughtful, Then he leaned closer and whispered, "Are you his boyfriend?"
Froggydude made a noise that was not entirely human (note:- ironic cus he is a hybrid), Seawatt looked up again, Dumb Villager dropped his spoon, Nerd Villager slowly turned his head toward them, Homeless Villager began to smile.
Froggydude closed his eyes.
He could feel the moment unfolding around him with the dreadful inevitability of a disaster he had been given several opportunities to prevent and had somehow failed to avoid.
"Baby," he said, in the calmest voice he could manage, "go play with your weapons."
The child brightened immediately. "Okay!" He released Froggydude, ran toward the corner, and resumed whatever questionable project he had abandoned upon their arrival.
Froggydude stood motionless for several seconds, Then he turned toward the table.
Nobody said anything.
That was worse than laughter.
He looked at Dumb Villager, Dumb Villager looked at the floor, He looked at Nerd Villager, Nerd Villager suddenly became fascinated by his papers.
He looked at Homeless Villager, Homeless Villager smiled at him with the gentle cruelty of someone who had just discovered a new form of entertainment.
Froggydude pointed toward the door. "Anyone who says anything about this is sleeping outside."
Homeless Villager raised his eyebrows. "All of us?"
"Especially you."
"I haven't said anything."
"You're thinking it."
"That's a serious accusation."
"I know you."
Homeless Villager leaned back in his chair, apparently delighted by the fact that Froggydude had provided him with an entire evening's worth of material without requiring any effort on his part. "I think," he said slowly, "that the new recruit is going to fit in very well."
Froggydude considered throwing something at him.
He settled for returning to his supplies and pretending that the conversation had never happened.
It was not a particularly successful strategy.
Seawatt, to his credit, seemed to find the entire situation more amusing than uncomfortable.
Once the initial introductions were complete, he settled into the rhythm of the headquarters with surprising ease. He listened while Nerd Villager explained the team's current understanding of the command block, asked several questions that exposed gaps in their assumptions, and offered suggestions without treating anyone as though they were stupid for having overlooked something.
Froggydude watched him from the opposite side of the table.
He had expected Seawatt to be competent. He had already seen enough of him to know that he was not someone who relied on appearance to make up for a lack of substance. Still, watching him interact with the others gave Froggydude a new appreciation for the way his mind worked.
Seawatt did not simply absorb information. He examined it, questioned it, and considered how it might fit into a larger picture. When he disagreed with Nerd Villager, he explained why. When he did not know something, he said so. When Dumb Villager interrupted with a suggestion that made very little sense, Seawatt listened long enough to discover that there was, buried beneath the nonsense, a potentially useful observation.
He was patient without being submissive, confident without being arrogant, and capable of making his point without turning every conversation into a contest.
Froggydude found all of this deeply attractive.
Which was unfortunate, because he had been hoping to find at least one personality trait that might help him recover his composure.
Instead, Seawatt seemed determined to make things worse by being a genuinely good person.
At one point, Nerd Villager asked him about his clothing.
Froggydude immediately looked up, He had been waiting for this question since they arrived.
Seawatt glanced down at the dark fabric, gold ornaments, and carefully arranged layers that made up his outfit. "What about it?"
"Is there a historical reason for the design?" Nerd Villager asked. "The structure seems consistent with ancient Egyptian influences, but some of the details appear to have been adapted for mobility."
Seawatt considered the question. "Some of it is traditional. Some of it is personal preference."
"Doesn't it make traveling difficult?"
"Sometimes."
"Then why keep wearing it?"
The question was not intended to be offensive, but Froggydude still found himself watching Seawatt's expression, waiting to see whether he would take it badly.
Seawatt did not appear particularly bothered. "Because I like it," he replied.
Nerd Villager blinked.
Seawatt continued, his voice perfectly calm. "And because I don't see a reason to change everything about myself just because the world has become inconvenient."
There was nothing dramatic about the statement. He did not deliver it as a speech, nor did he appear to expect anyone to admire him for it. He simply returned to examining the equipment on the table, as though the matter had been settled.
Froggydude looked down at his own hands, He understood that feeling more than he wanted to admit.
There were parts of himself that had become more difficult to manage during the mission. The physical peculiarities of being a frog hybrid, the exhaustion that affected his body differently from everyone else's, the strange noises his ears sometimes picked up when the world became too quiet. He had never been ashamed of those things, exactly, but there were days when he found himself wishing that existing in his own body required less effort.
Seawatt seemed to have reached a different conclusion.
He had decided that being himself was not something he needed to apologize for.
Froggydude admired that.
He admired it enough that he had to remind himself to look away before Seawatt noticed.
Unfortunately, Seawatt had apparently developed an interest in noticing things.
Their eyes met across the table.
Seawatt smiled.
Froggydude looked down so quickly that he nearly knocked over a cup.
Homeless Villager, who had witnessed the entire exchange, slowly turned toward Dumb Villager, Dumb Villager's eyes widened, Homeless Villager held up one finger to his lips, For once, Dumb Villager managed not to say anything.
It was a miracle.
The first real crisis of the afternoon occurred when Baby Villager decided that Seawatt needed to see his weapons.
Froggydude had been attempting to organize the supplies when he heard the child announce, with the confidence of a person presenting an extraordinary scientific discovery, that he had something important to show their new recruit.
Froggydude looked up.
Baby Villager was standing in front of Seawatt, holding a weapon that Froggydude was fairly certain he had told him not to use indoors. "Baby."
The child turned. "What?"
"Put that down."
"But I'm showing him."
"You can show him without waving it around."
Baby Villager lowered the weapon by approximately three centimeters.
Froggydude stared at him, The child stared back. "That is not what I meant, baby"
Baby Villager sighed with the exaggerated suffering of someone who had been denied the right to express himself artistically, then placed the weapon on the table.
Seawatt watched the exchange with unmistakable amusement. "Is he always like this?"
"Yes," Froggydude said.
Baby Villager looked offended. "No, I'm not."
"You tried to dismantle a door yesterday because you thought it was making a suspicious noise."
"It was suspicious."
"It was the wind."
"That's what the door wanted you to think."
Seawatt laughed again, Froggydude's ears lifted before he could stop them.
He hated that they did that, too.
Baby Villager noticed the movement and looked between the two of them with renewed interest. He had the instincts of a small predator when it came to identifying weakness, and Froggydude was beginning to suspect that his affection for Seawatt had become visible enough to attract the child's attention.
This was dangerous.
Baby Villager was not the sort of person who encountered an interesting possibility and then politely decided to leave it alone.
He leaned toward Seawatt. "Do you like Daddy?"
Froggydude dropped the supplies.
The sound of several objects striking the floor was followed by a silence so complete that it seemed to swallow the room.
Seawatt slowly turned his head, Baby Villager waited.
Froggydude stared at the ceiling, silently appealing to whatever forces might govern the universe to intervene on his behalf.
Nobody came to help him.
Seawatt looked at Baby Villager, then at Froggydude, whose face had become so warm that he suspected his entire head might be turning the same color as the blue streaks in his hair.
"He's a good friend," Seawatt said at last.
Baby Villager frowned. "That's not what I asked."
"Baby," Froggydude said desperately.
The child ignored him. "Do you think he's handsome?"
Dumb Villager made a noise from the other side of the room, Nerd Villager abruptly stood up and announced that he needed to check something in the storage room.
Homeless Villager did not move, but his smile became positively radiant.
Seawatt looked at Froggydude, Froggydude looked at Seawatt.
For one brief moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Seawatt's expression softened. "Yes," he said. "I think he is so handsome..hehe"
Froggydude forgot how to breathe.
Baby Villager gasped. "Really?"
"Really."
The child turned toward Froggydude with the expression of someone who had just discovered a new and highly entertaining fact about the world.
"Daddy, he thinks you're handsome!"
Froggydude made a noise that was probably intended to be a word, It did not succeed.
Seawatt laughed so hard that he had to turn away.
And Froggydude, who had spent weeks trying to kill a tyrant with the ability to rewrite reality, discovered that there were some forms of humiliation against which no amount of preparation could possibly help.
By evening, the headquarters had settled into its usual rhythm.
The initial excitement surrounding Seawatt's arrival had gradually given way to the practical concerns that occupied most of their days. The team discussed the command block, reviewed what they knew about Grox's movements, and attempted to identify some weakness in the king's defenses that would allow them to make progress without simply throwing themselves into another impossible confrontation.
There were arguments, interruptions, and several moments when Froggydude had to remind everyone that shouting over one another did not count as strategic planning.
Seawatt participated in the discussion with increasing ease.
He did not attempt to dominate the conversation, but when he had something useful to contribute, he spoke with a confidence that made people listen. By the end of the meeting, even Homeless Villager had stopped making jokes long enough to acknowledge that their new recruit might be considerably more useful than they had initially anticipated.
Froggydude felt a quiet sense of pride.
It was an odd reaction, considering that he had done very little to earn it. Seawatt was perfectly capable of establishing himself without Froggydude's assistance, and he had demonstrated that ability repeatedly throughout the day.
Still, Froggydude could not help feeling pleased when the others began treating Seawatt as part of the team.
Perhaps it was because he had been the one to bring him there. Perhaps it was because he knew how much effort Seawatt had put into proving himself during the mission. Or perhaps, if he was willing to be honest with himself for once, he simply liked the idea of Seawatt having a place where he could belong.
A place where he could rest without having to watch the horizon every few minutes.
A place where someone would notice if he was tired.
A place where his clothes, his hair, and the unfamiliar details of his appearance would be treated as parts of who he was rather than reasons to make him feel like an outsider.
Froggydude knew what it was like to feel out of place.
He did not want Seawatt to feel that way here.
Later, when the others began dispersing, Froggydude found himself alone with Seawatt in the common room. The fire had burned low, and the light coming through the windows had taken on the deep blue-grey color of approaching night. Outside, the wind moved through the surrounding vegetation, carrying the distant sounds of the world beyond the walls.
Seawatt was gathering the notes he had made during the meeting.
Froggydude stood nearby, pretending to be occupied with a supply container that did not need to be reorganized.
"You have a nice team," Seawatt said.
Froggydude glanced at him. "That's a generous description."
"They seem to care about you."
The words caught him off guard.
He looked toward the doorway where Baby Villager had disappeared earlier, still carrying a weapon he had been told not to bring into the common room.
"Some of them are a lot to deal with."
"I noticed."
"Dumb Villager has no sense of self-preservation, Nerd Villager thinks everything can be solved with enough information, and Homeless Villager seems to exist entirely to make everyone else's life worse."
Seawatt smiled. "And Baby Villager?"
Froggydude sighed. "Baby Villager is a menace."
"He's fond of you."
The statement was so simple that Froggydude found himself struggling to answer it.
He looked down at the container in his hands, tracing the edge of its lid with his thumb. "Yeah," he said after a moment. "He is."
There was a softness in his voice that he had not intended to reveal, but Seawatt did not comment on it. He merely waited, allowing Froggydude the space to decide whether he wanted to say anything more.
Eventually, Froggydude set the container aside.
"He's had a rough time," he explained. "I don't think he trusts people easily, even if he acts like he doesn't care what anyone thinks. He tries to make everything into a joke, or a fight, or some ridiculous game, but sometimes I think he's just trying to make sure nobody gets the chance to leave him first."
Seawatt's expression grew thoughtful. "And you?"
Froggydude looked at him. "What about me?"
"Why do you stay?"
It was a reasonable question, It was also a difficult one.
Froggydude had never been particularly good at explaining the things that mattered most to him. He could talk about strategies, supplies, and the practical requirements of survival without much trouble, but the moment a conversation turned toward something personal, he found himself searching for words that never seemed quite right.
He looked toward the fire. "Because someone has to."
Seawatt did not immediately respond.
Froggydude regretted the answer almost as soon as he had given it. It sounded self-important, as though he believed himself uniquely qualified to care for the child, and that was not what he meant at all.
He tried again.
"Because I want to, I guess. He's a pain in the ass, but he's a good kid. And when he's not trying to stab something, he's actually pretty sweet."
From somewhere down the corridor came a distant voice.
"I HEARD THAT!"
Froggydude closed his eyes, Seawatt laughed, Froggydude pointed toward the doorway without looking.
"Go to bed!"
"MAKE ME!"
"Baby Villager!"
The sound of running footsteps followed, then a door slamming somewhere in the distance.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Seawatt began laughing again, quieter this time, and Froggydude found himself smiling despite his exhaustion.
It was impossible to remain angry with Baby Villager for long. The child had a remarkable talent for making himself impossible to ignore, but he also had a way of reminding Froggydude that there were still things worth protecting, even when the world seemed determined to make that protection difficult.
Seawatt looked at him for a long moment. "You'd make a good father," he said.
Froggydude went still.
It was not the first time someone had made a comment about his relationship with Baby Villager, but it was the first time the words had come from Seawatt, and that made them feel unexpectedly significant.
He did not know what to do with that feeling.
He had spent so long thinking of himself as someone who was barely managing to get through the mission that the idea of being good at something as important as caring for another person seemed almost impossible to accept.
He was tired. He was frequently irritable. He had no idea how to handle half of Baby Villager's behavior, and he was fairly certain that the child would eventually give him a heart attack before he reached the end of the hundred days.
But he loved him.
And if Seawatt could see that, perhaps it meant that the love was not as invisible as Froggydude had sometimes feared.
"Thanks," he managed.
Seawatt's smile softened. "You're welcome."
For a moment, the room seemed unusually quiet.
Froggydude looked at Seawatt, at the dark hair resting against his shoulders, the gold ornament at his wrist, and the familiar line of kohl around his eyes. He thought about the first time he had seen him, about the ridiculous shock of finding someone so beautiful in a place where everything else seemed designed to wear people down.
He thought about the battle, the command block, and the way Seawatt had refused to let Grox turn him into a helpless spectator in his own humiliation.
He thought about the food Seawatt had offered him, the questions he had asked, and the way he had listened when Froggydude talked about Baby Villager.
He had been wrong, he realized, when he had first assumed that his attraction was the problem.
The attraction was the easy part.
It was the growing awareness of Seawatt as a person, the desire to know him beyond the circumstances that had brought them together, that made everything complicated. Froggydude could dismiss a pretty face as a passing distraction, but he could not so easily dismiss the fact that he wanted to keep talking to Seawatt after the work was done.
He wanted to know what made him happy, He wanted to know what frightened him.
He wanted to know what kind of life he had lived before the mission, and what kind of life he hoped to have when it was over.
He wanted, in a way that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore, to be someone Seawatt chose to keep around.
The realization frightened him more than he cared to admit.
Because the world was still dangerous, Grox was still in power, and the mission was nowhere near finished. Whatever happened between them, there would be no guarantee that they would have the time or the opportunity to turn a growing friendship into something more.
Froggydude knew better than to build his hopes around a future he could not promise himself.
Yet, when Seawatt smiled at him again, he found himself hoping anyway.
Perhaps that was what made the situation so dangerous.
Not the command block, not the king, and not even the hundred days ticking away toward an uncertain conclusion.
It was the possibility that Froggydude might finally have found something he wanted to keep, only to discover that wanting it would make losing it hurt all the more.
That night, Froggydude lay awake longer than he intended.
The headquarters had gone quiet around him, though the building was never entirely silent. There were the familiar sounds of people moving in their sleep, the occasional creak of the walls, and the distant rustle of wind against the windows. Somewhere nearby, Baby Villager was undoubtedly awake when he ought to have been sleeping, probably planning something that would require an apology in the morning.
Froggydude smiled faintly at the thought.
Then his mind returned, as it had so many times over the past few days, to Seawatt.
He remembered the way the others had reacted to him. Dumb Villager's astonishment, Nerd Villager's poorly disguised curiosity, Homeless Villager's knowing amusement, and Baby Villager's absolute conviction that Seawatt was the prettiest girl he had ever seen.
The memory should have embarrassed him.
Instead, it made him smile into the darkness.
He could still hear Seawatt laughing, could still remember the expression on his face when Baby Villager had insisted that he must be a woman simply because he was beautiful. There had been no cruelty in the laughter, no attempt to make the child feel foolish for his mistake. Seawatt had understood that Baby Villager was simply being honest in the only way he knew how.
And Froggydude had found himself loving him a little more for it.
He stopped.
The thought had come so naturally that he had almost failed to notice what he had said to himself.
*Loving him.*
Froggydude stared at the ceiling.
No.
That was premature, It was ridiculous.
He had known Seawatt for only a short time, and whatever he felt was still developing, still uncertain, still too fragile to be named with confidence. He was not going to turn a handful of good conversations and an inconvenient attraction into a declaration of love simply because he was lonely and had found someone he enjoyed being around.
That would be unfair to both of them.
He knew that.
He also knew that the thought did not go away.
It remained somewhere in the back of his mind, quiet and persistent, like a light visible through a distant window. He could turn his attention elsewhere, distract himself with the mission, or remind himself that there were more important things to worry about, but the knowledge stayed with him.
Something was changing.
He did not know what it would become.
For now, he was content to let it remain unnamed.
Tomorrow, he would help Seawatt settle into the team's routines. They would discuss Grox, study the command block, and try to find a way to make the impossible task ahead of them a little less impossible. Baby Villager would undoubtedly cause trouble, Dumb Villager would say something inappropriate, and Homeless Villager would continue to act as though the entire mission were an elaborate performance staged for his personal amusement.
The world would remain as cruel and uncertain as it had been the day before.
But Seawatt would be there.
For the moment, that was enough.
Froggydude closed his eyes and allowed himself to imagine a future in which the mission was over, the kingdom was free, and there were no more battles waiting for them when morning came. It was an unfamiliar kind of imagining, one that had very little to do with victory and everything to do with the possibility of ordinary days.
He imagined sitting beside Seawatt somewhere peaceful, listening to him talk about something that did not involve Grox. He imagined the two of them arguing about something insignificant, sharing food, and laughing at a joke neither of them would have found particularly funny under different circumstances.
He imagined Seawatt remaining beside him when there was no practical reason to do so.
The thought was so gentle that it almost hurt.
Froggydude had spent the last several weeks learning how to survive a world that seemed determined to make survival difficult. He had become accustomed to fear, to disappointment, and to the slow erosion of certainty that came with watching plans fail over and over again.
He had forgotten what it felt like to look forward to something.
Now, lying in the darkness of the headquarters, he found himself looking forward to the morning.
He did not know what that meant.
He only knew that he had begun to care whether Seawatt was there when he woke up.
And somewhere beyond the walls, in a palace built on fear and sustained by the power of the command block, the Wither King was preparing for the next confrontation.
The hundred days were still running out.
Grox was still alive.
And Froggydude, who had once believed that the mission was the only thing worth thinking about, was beginning to discover that the most dangerous thing he could do was allow himself to want a future beyond it.