You - haven't been? You haven't been wrong. You can't say you're wrong if none of us fucking know what's right, dude.
[she reaches over to rest her hands on top of his.]
Look. Take it from me, someone who can't go a day without fucking something up. [beau says, firmly.] It doesn't matter what you said to them. They're not gonna hold it against you, so why are you beating yourself up with it?
[ he's not like, actively fighting this lecture or the hand rests or anything, now, having cooled down at least a little bit. ]
We're not figuring anything out, that's part of the problem. Normally... I'm not - like, I don't know shit about what's going on at home, either, half of the time, but that doesn't mean that I'm not trying to fix it, or that there aren't other things that I'm doing to help defend people, or keep people from dying somehow. And here, it's - like what good am I? What am I doing? I've got, what, a hug and a shitty joke? Throwing vouchers? I'm about to be out of those, too. I don't have any abilities that can do anything to help anyone on my own.
[ not the brains. not the magical abilities, not even the mic skills. so... it'd be nice, just once, to figure something out. every time it feels like he's onto something, it's gone. every time they get close to some kind of answer, this place slaps back and punishes them for it, too. and part of that hope of being right is what caused the issue with kon, too.
he shakes his head, though and says, quietly, voice soft, pained. ] It matters to me.
... Thought you were gonna shove me off too. I thought maybe - maybe if Kon and I won the auction, I'd be able to do something right, and keep...
[ and keep from losing someone he cared about in the blink of an eye, again.
if he'd done something better to help adora. if he'd stopped beau from throwing a truth punch. if he'd -- if he'd just done something -
it didn't matter, though. he knows it didn't, and logically, doesn't care that it didn't - what he said to beau on monday was true, that he was genuinely thrilled for them, but the terror of the idea of losing beau (and then losing kon, and then losing iris, too) had been too much, and the nasty poison of bad thoughts broke in.
it's always been a lot easier to go it alone. just him and his brothers, even if his brothers hated him. he was starting to fall back into that mindset again - that he needed to just sit back and shut up and keep his head down and do what he was supposed to do instead of fight back.
he shuts his mouth again after that, and looks away, ashamed, almost. quietly angry at himself. ] ... sorry.
You're the one who got the goggles enchanted, not me. [she points out, and then:] Stop apologizing. I already said I don't want to hear it. You have fuck-all to apologize for.
[she's not - good at this. she can never find the right words. she's not caduceus, she's not fjord, she's not caleb - the people who know what to say. but - it's a sticking point. she always fucks up, even when she's trying to protect other people from herself. thought you were gonna shove me off too - and the thing is, she probably was. not because of what he did or didn't do, but because she didn't want to inflict herself on anybody. she knows how she is. she was going to grab caleb, and hide, because that was easier. because it would've been easier for everybody if they'd distanced themselves.]
I'm sorry.
[she says, finally, because she doesn't know what else to do. she can't convince him if he won't believe her.]
You didn't do anything wrong. It's not a failing on your part that I was upset and not thinking straight.
... yeah, but, I should've known that it was nothing to be that freaked about, I could've just given you some space, but I couldn't back off, so I'm - [ ... am sorry he starts to say, again, and then stops himself. no more apologies.
he shakes his head, running his fingers through his bangs, and exhales, loudly, shoulders dropping, then, mutters: ]
...this is stupid.
[ because it is stupid. all of it is stupid. he's not good at this, either. but maybe it's the first sign of a normal ichiro, too, because at least he can admit that it's really fucking stupid and he's really fucking tired of it. ]
[ IT'S NOT FINE wow the caretaker urge takes over instantly, and he ends up relaxing his hands a little where hers were on top of his, covering the one that stays down with his own. can't help it. take care of others, born in his blood. this seems to help his general mood, a little bit, too, though he glances away from her.
and there's a pause before he shakes his head. ]
...nah. She's just... she's been through some really bad shit, 's all. I was more worried I was hurting her than anything.
[ ok now he really looks like a scolded puppy, ducking his head, shoulders hunching up. ]
I know... the thing she went through was related, though, and - like, someone fucked her up in the worst kind of way. [ ichiro doesn't want to get into it too much - it's not his story to tell - but he will stress that Shit Was Really Fucked Up. ]
...So, when she said something, I thought maybe I'd been - I dunno. Reminding her of that, or something. I don't wanna do that. [ i don't want to hurt people. ] She just said... she didn't want to hurt me.
[ like she would?? do that somehow?? crazy. hurting is worth it, sometimes, though. even if he's been having a shitty time - he'd rather be hurt by someone he cares about on the path to fixing it instead of just left behind. there's a lesson he needs to learn here about talking about his problems? he's starting to learn it. ] ... We talked about it, and I think we're fine, but I dunno.
I think you should trust her if she seems fine about it. Iris doesn't seem like the sort of person that's gonna let you or anybody get away with treating her in a way she doesn't want to be treated.
[her fingers sort of twitch.]
I get that you're worried, though. It's not bad to be. Just don't beat yourself up over it.
puts his face in his hand for a second and groans. ] That's the problem, too, I don't know how she wants to be treated, cause she told me that she liked me, too?
[ this week has really been
so much? it really takes a lot of pressure to crack ichiro. he, in a term used by xie lian, is not sure whether to laugh or to cry. at least it probably can't get much worse?? we're down to teenage levels of problems instead of murdergame related problems so there's that. he's feeling a little better with that off of his chest.... beau was the right person to come talk to about this, even if it was involuntary (probably because it was involuntary?) ]
[why are teenagers like this!!!! iris is not a teenager, but listen. also don't look at her or her own romantic issues.]
Okay, like - like like? Or. Is she stringing you along? What the fuck is going on here. I don't see how you can have a conversation like "wow I like you!" and then not, like. Be dating.
[ HE DOESN'T KNOW EITHER STOP THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT also dont think we're not getting to otome young lady
anyway, with his face still in his hands: ]
She said - Beau, she had to like, pour a shot even to talk about it. I didn't even know she knew. [ it was like visible from the moon but okay go off i guess ] I think she "it's-not-you-it's-me"'d me? I'm pretty sure that's what happened, which is fine, I'm way more about her being comfortable and I'm not an ass, and so that was totally fine. I'm glad I wasn't, like, traumatizing her or anything like that, so I figured it'd be cool, we were fine, I'd try to... be more subtle, I guess - she like, backed off where she was touching my hand, too, so, boundary set, totally got the message, crystal clear.
...but then like five minutes later, she told me "it's not like I don't want to be with you" and I have no idea what to do at all.
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[she reaches over to rest her hands on top of his.]
Look. Take it from me, someone who can't go a day without fucking something up. [beau says, firmly.] It doesn't matter what you said to them. They're not gonna hold it against you, so why are you beating yourself up with it?
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We're not figuring anything out, that's part of the problem. Normally... I'm not - like, I don't know shit about what's going on at home, either, half of the time, but that doesn't mean that I'm not trying to fix it, or that there aren't other things that I'm doing to help defend people, or keep people from dying somehow. And here, it's - like what good am I? What am I doing? I've got, what, a hug and a shitty joke? Throwing vouchers? I'm about to be out of those, too. I don't have any abilities that can do anything to help anyone on my own.
[ not the brains. not the magical abilities, not even the mic skills. so... it'd be nice, just once, to figure something out. every time it feels like he's onto something, it's gone. every time they get close to some kind of answer, this place slaps back and punishes them for it, too. and part of that hope of being right is what caused the issue with kon, too.
he shakes his head, though and says, quietly, voice soft, pained. ] It matters to me.
... Thought you were gonna shove me off too. I thought maybe - maybe if Kon and I won the auction, I'd be able to do something right, and keep...
[ and keep from losing someone he cared about in the blink of an eye, again.
if he'd done something better to help adora. if he'd stopped beau from throwing a truth punch. if he'd -- if he'd just done something -
it didn't matter, though. he knows it didn't, and logically, doesn't care that it didn't - what he said to beau on monday was true, that he was genuinely thrilled for them, but the terror of the idea of losing beau (and then losing kon, and then losing iris, too) had been too much, and the nasty poison of bad thoughts broke in.
it's always been a lot easier to go it alone. just him and his brothers, even if his brothers hated him. he was starting to fall back into that mindset again - that he needed to just sit back and shut up and keep his head down and do what he was supposed to do instead of fight back.
he shuts his mouth again after that, and looks away, ashamed, almost. quietly angry at himself. ] ... sorry.
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[she's not - good at this. she can never find the right words. she's not caduceus, she's not fjord, she's not caleb - the people who know what to say. but - it's a sticking point. she always fucks up, even when she's trying to protect other people from herself. thought you were gonna shove me off too - and the thing is, she probably was. not because of what he did or didn't do, but because she didn't want to inflict herself on anybody. she knows how she is. she was going to grab caleb, and hide, because that was easier. because it would've been easier for everybody if they'd distanced themselves.]
I'm sorry.
[she says, finally, because she doesn't know what else to do. she can't convince him if he won't believe her.]
You didn't do anything wrong. It's not a failing on your part that I was upset and not thinking straight.
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he shakes his head, running his fingers through his bangs, and exhales, loudly, shoulders dropping, then, mutters: ]
...this is stupid.
[ because it is stupid. all of it is stupid. he's not good at this, either. but maybe it's the first sign of a normal ichiro, too, because at least he can admit that it's really fucking stupid and he's really fucking tired of it. ]
Iris figured out I've got a thing for her.
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Was she mean about it? [like it's insane that she was the last one to notice, hello]
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and there's a pause before he shakes his head. ]
...nah. She's just... she's been through some really bad shit, 's all. I was more worried I was hurting her than anything.
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Having a fucking crush on someone isn't going to hurt them. You're not being an asshole about it.
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I know... the thing she went through was related, though, and - like, someone fucked her up in the worst kind of way. [ ichiro doesn't want to get into it too much - it's not his story to tell - but he will stress that Shit Was Really Fucked Up. ]
...So, when she said something, I thought maybe I'd been - I dunno. Reminding her of that, or something. I don't wanna do that. [ i don't want to hurt people. ] She just said... she didn't want to hurt me.
[ like she would?? do that somehow?? crazy. hurting is worth it, sometimes, though. even if he's been having a shitty time - he'd rather be hurt by someone he cares about on the path to fixing it instead of just left behind. there's a lesson he needs to learn here about talking about his problems? he's starting to learn it. ] ... We talked about it, and I think we're fine, but I dunno.
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[her fingers sort of twitch.]
I get that you're worried, though. It's not bad to be. Just don't beat yourself up over it.
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puts his face in his hand for a second and groans. ] That's the problem, too, I don't know how she wants to be treated, cause she told me that she liked me, too?
[ this week has really been
so much? it really takes a lot of pressure to crack ichiro. he, in a term used by xie lian, is not sure whether to laugh or to cry. at least it probably can't get much worse?? we're down to teenage levels of problems instead of murdergame related problems so there's that. he's feeling a little better with that off of his chest.... beau was the right person to come talk to about this, even if it was involuntary (probably because it was involuntary?) ]
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Oh my gods.
[why are teenagers like this!!!! iris is not a teenager, but listen. also don't look at her or her own romantic issues.]
Okay, like - like like? Or. Is she stringing you along? What the fuck is going on here. I don't see how you can have a conversation like "wow I like you!" and then not, like. Be dating.
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anyway, with his face still in his hands: ]
She said - Beau, she had to like, pour a shot even to talk about it. I didn't even know she knew. [ it was like visible from the moon but okay go off i guess ] I think she "it's-not-you-it's-me"'d me? I'm pretty sure that's what happened, which is fine, I'm way more about her being comfortable and I'm not an ass, and so that was totally fine. I'm glad I wasn't, like, traumatizing her or anything like that, so I figured it'd be cool, we were fine, I'd try to... be more subtle, I guess - she like, backed off where she was touching my hand, too, so, boundary set, totally got the message, crystal clear.
...but then like five minutes later, she told me "it's not like I don't want to be with you" and I have no idea what to do at all.
[ mixed signals!!!!!! MIXED SIGNALS!!!!! ]