Jack and The Cuckoo Clock Heart Preferences

Unless: Georges

"Y/N, am I useless?"

Georges was having another breakdown and like any good friend, Y/N showed up to help.

"No. Why would you say that?" Y/N  asked as she finished preparing the tea she knew Georges liked so much. She led him to his living room and made him take a seat. "I made your favorite, Georges."

Georges smiled briefly before looking at his reflection in the tea. "I don't know. I feel like I'm going mad, dear. All my thoughts go every which way and I never seem to know why. Not only that but I'm going nowhere as a director. Maybe I really am a failure." He put the cup of tea on the coffee table and bowed his head, tears pricking his eyes.

"Oh, Georges, don't say that." Y/N placed her cup next to his and gave him a hug. "You're brilliant. Really, when I say that you have a brilliant mind, I mean it." She cupped his face in her hands gently and made him face her. When she saw the tears in his usually bright eyes, it nearly broke her heart. "Oh, Georges. I couldn't even begin to tell you all the wonderful things you are."

"I don't mean to offend, but you're probably saying that because you're my friend." Georges held one of her hands. He put his head on her shoulder and wept softly.

"You're breaking my heart, Georges. Please don't." Y/N didn't make him stop crying. If he needed to let his feelings out, by all means he was welcome to do so. That didn't mean Y/N was unaffected by his emotional distress. It hurt her too but she didn't want to make it about herself. "I'd never say that if I didn't mean it."

"Really?" Georges looked up from her shoulder before laying his head down again.

"You must be joking, Georges. You're a visionary. I've never met anyone that thinks the way you do. The way you create different worlds in your mind is like magic. Not to mention, you're such a kind person. Everyone tells me that you're such a charmer but I don't need anybody to tell me because I see it everyday, Georges. You're electric and charismatic and I don't know why you don't see it." She kissed the top of his head and stroked his hand in her own.

"You really think so highly of me, Y/N", Georges sat up and wiped his tears.

"Of course I do. Have you ever known me to lie?" Y/N gave him a soft smile, hoping he felt better. She admired George, in all honesty. Everything she said was nothing but the truth.

Whenever George went on about a new movie plot, he'd just put it in a way that Y/N could almost literally see it going on. He painted her imagination with his exciting rambles and ideas. He seemed to create incredible worlds in his mind as if it were magic, and Y/N would be lying if she said it didn't blow her mind every time. She loved it.

She loved his ideas.

She loved his smile and the way he laughed.

She loved the way he twirled his silly mustache and scratched his head while thinking.

She loved him and she felt so stupid for not knowing sooner.

George hugged her and held her tight. "You're an angel, mon cher ami.

Y/N sighed as she returned his embrace. "George, I need to tell you something. It's something I discovered recently and I hope it won't put a strain on our relationship." She fiddled with charm bracelet on her wrist.

"Is everything alright, dear? You're not feeling ill, are you?" This time, it was Georges turn to take Y/N's hands in his own. He took in her careful, almost anxious expression. "My dear, please tell me."

"I love you, Georges", Y/N said softly.

Georges' firm grasp of her hands loosened. He wasn't sure as to what to do. He looked away from Y/N and eventually let go of her hands. He stood up, looked at her and it broke his heart to leave her, especially in her state of emotional distress, but he didn't know what to do.

For the first time in a long time, the usually chatty Frenchman was unusually quiet.

"I'm sorry I have to go."