Wednesday was always weird. In a good way. So different from you, but alike in certain parts. To many people's suprise, you and her worked well together. But, considering her friendship with Enid of all people, her being your friend wasn't that hard of a concept to grasp.

You learned a lot about her, about her distastes, what she actually enjoyed doing. You learned to read her —much to her displeasure —, to catch her micro-expressions, to know in which mood she was before she even uttered a word to you.

So, you noticed how abnormally weird she'd been acting lately. Not good weird. She'd been avoiding you, skittish, and she even fliched once when Enid mentioned your name to her (of course, the blonde had to inform you of that, she was worried, too!). Your job was to figure out whatever was wrong with her, so logically, you trapped yourself with her in a scary, dimly lit broom closet where no one would hear you scream and questioned her.

"I— I..." did she just stutter? "I have not been avoiding you, I am simply busy."

And you obviously didn't buy it, which seemed to make Wednesday's discomfort grow even more, her eyes avoiding yours, blinking nervously. How could she even tell you there was nothing wrong when everything was wrong?

"Perhaps... I have... been too focused on other things and neglecting our time together, yes. But I have a reason." she sighed, glancing into your eyes for a few seconds before she went back to staring at the floor. "Which is: my view on you has changed. You don't annoy me as much, don't make me want to crawl out of my skin anymore, your odd, happy drawings no longer make me question if there is something wrong with you. There is something wrong with my usually repulsed mind. All I want to do is... look for you, so I attempted to busy myself with other things."