What Time Is It? - [Wilson Sanders & Amelia Lovejoy]

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“I may donate my vegetables to your cause,” he said. 

He matched her sigh and her observation. They both always took little breaks to look at each other. They both thought their crushes were unrequited. They didn’t talk about things like romance and relationships enough for either of them to bring up that they liked the other. Wilson was especially reluctant because he honestly never had much of what could be called a relationship, except when he was much younger. Even then he was still distant and was left behind because he spent too much time working.

“Amy, I -” Wilson didn’t say anything else. 

He wanted to tell her how he felt. How he liked her more than he liked science. But for all his egotism he was too embarrassed to admit it.

“Would you?” she laughed. Amy couldn’t help but notice him looking at her like she looked at him sometimes. Though she couldn’t be more convinced that it was more out of analysis than anything else. It wasn’t like she was, harboring feelings for him. She missed him so much during the times he would lock himself away and not speak to anyone else, shut away from the world with his science. I’m jealous of science, go figure, she sighed in her mind.

For a moment it seemed like he wanted to say something, but he cut himself short. She looked at him curiously. “Professor?” she prompted. “Were you going to say something? Come on now, don’t be shy. Did you think of a new theory about time travel?”

Wilson shook his head. 

“It was nothing, Amy, don’t worry,” he said through a halfhearted smile. 

This wasn’t true at all. Truly Wilson had developed feelings for her. He actually wanted to pay attention to something that wasn’t science, for once in his lifetime. It felt strange to him. He never had much time at all for relationships, but now that he was dead it seemed like he had all the time in the world. 

All the time to devote to science, and also all the time to devote to someone special.