[The issue here, of course, is that there's no way to sweep all of this under the rug. There's no way to guarantee it won't happen again. This place is in perpetual motion, and sometimes the places it goes are hellish.]
[He chews his lip for a second and then shrugs tightly, not dismissing her, just - helpless.]
One time before this, there was a flood, and I was - not quite as bad as that. But close. And then a while ago, you saw, I did things that . . . technically it wasn't me, but I had to carry it around anyway.
[It doesn't need saying that this situation sort of goes above and beyond. He pinches the bridge of his nose hard, in part because he's getting a headache and in part to distract from the sudden pangs in his shoulder. In part so he doesn't have to think about Slevin right now. For like five fucking seconds. Daneca's where his head needs to be.]
The Barge throws this shit at you and then you're expected to pick up the pieces somehow. Some people do it like James does by drinking and some people do it like Iris does by papering over it like it never happened, and some people just feel like shit and hide until the next thing happens.
But you can't lie or hide because it's gonna eat you up inside if you do. You can't just talk to people because you're new and every asshole and their mom is talking about hey aren't you Cassel's friend, and you don't want anybody to know what you can do anyway.
That's what it seems like, anyway. I just -
I don't care if it's not nice, Daneca, and I don't care that you're still feeling the blowback. You can't just sit on it forever and expect it to get better, so if there's something you want to say to me no matter what it is - that's why I came. I'm not anybody's first choice in confidante, I know I'm not yours, but I can. I don't know. I can just shut up and listen.
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[He chews his lip for a second and then shrugs tightly, not dismissing her, just - helpless.]
One time before this, there was a flood, and I was - not quite as bad as that. But close. And then a while ago, you saw, I did things that . . . technically it wasn't me, but I had to carry it around anyway.
[It doesn't need saying that this situation sort of goes above and beyond. He pinches the bridge of his nose hard, in part because he's getting a headache and in part to distract from the sudden pangs in his shoulder. In part so he doesn't have to think about Slevin right now. For like five fucking seconds. Daneca's where his head needs to be.]
The Barge throws this shit at you and then you're expected to pick up the pieces somehow. Some people do it like James does by drinking and some people do it like Iris does by papering over it like it never happened, and some people just feel like shit and hide until the next thing happens.
But you can't lie or hide because it's gonna eat you up inside if you do. You can't just talk to people because you're new and every asshole and their mom is talking about hey aren't you Cassel's friend, and you don't want anybody to know what you can do anyway.
That's what it seems like, anyway. I just -
I don't care if it's not nice, Daneca, and I don't care that you're still feeling the blowback. You can't just sit on it forever and expect it to get better, so if there's something you want to say to me no matter what it is - that's why I came. I'm not anybody's first choice in confidante, I know I'm not yours, but I can. I don't know. I can just shut up and listen.