Above everyone, Wednesday tolerated you the most, deep down, she really did. But never showed it. You could just tell...She didn't mind when you would come over and talk to her; she would just stare at you, unnervingly as you spoke. She would call it an adoring gaze, but it looked like she was staring through your soul sometimes...

It was late at night, and Enid snuck out with Bruno a few hours prior, leaving you and Wednesday alone. You lay at the end of the bed ranting about your day as she sat at her desk, typing on her typewriter, doing who knows what, you never asked. Until you realized the more you talked and sat up her typing stopped and she was looking up at you, her brown eyes looking bigger than usual. When she looked at you, she didn't have that stern, cold, piercing gaze. She looked like she was admiring you...