Because you bring up things you want to change. If they weren't things to change, it wouldn't be unflattering. Not talking is just going to continue in this cycle.
There are things you like and don't like about me. There are things I like and don't like about you. You shutting down every time a conversation like this comes up isn't going to help anything.
Getting pissed off and grumpy isn't going to help either.
[ Pissed off and grumpy are the same thing, but he can't say sad and he doesn't know a better word. ]
I don't know how to change shit and I don't know how to talk about it right. That's why I wanted Dorian to give me advice. He knows more about it than me. But he just blamed me for everything. I died. I fucking paid for it. I pay for it every time I try to sleep. I don't why that isn't enough.
Bailing when agreement comes or a suggestion for how to change isn't the right way to do it. I'm not saying you can't get mad, just try to stop pushing everyone away when YOU are the one who initiates this kind of conversation.
You're helping me figure out how to have some form of emotions again. Why can't you let me help you?
You're biased. You, I don't know if like is the right word, probably not. Point is, you don't feel the same way about Wash that I do. I know I fucked you up being a shit to you all those years, but Locus, you fucked me up too. I can believe you when you say it wasn't for him or the sims, but that can't erase seeing you standing there with them, watching what they did to me. I have so many nightmares now and they aren't all about falling.
I don't think you can understand what it'd be like for me if he came here. Probably no one can. But I thought someone who didn't even know the bastard could give me advice on it so if it did happen, I wouldn't royally fuck everything up with you. I guess that's inevitable though, because even unbiased people think the sun shines out of Wash's ass.
[ It's a weird thing to feel guilt when he washed it away with everything else. He was so angry then, so tired and angry. All Locus wanted was for things to end. And they did, in a way. Not a way he really wanted, but. It's the ending they got. He can remember when they weren't so antagonistic toward each other. This is just a fucked up mess. ]
No one can give you advice on that. It's a unique situation, Felix. If he shows up, just leave him alone. Whatever you want to do, he's not worth it and you know that. Come to me and we'll go to the range or something else.
I can't change what happened any more than you can. We can figure something out along the way. I think that is all we can do. No plans.
He might not be worth it but stabbing him in the throat repeatedly would probably make me feel better. Not saying I won't come to you first, because I will if you want me to, but it sure would be therapeutic.
No. But I thought if you were in a good enough mood after all that appreciation to feel like having fun we could go have some. There's nothing like watching a bunch of asshole run away screaming from a cat.
[ Get with the program, Locus. This is like remorseless killer date night 101. ]
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There are things you like and don't like about me. There are things I like and don't like about you. You shutting down every time a conversation like this comes up isn't going to help anything.
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[ Pissed off and grumpy are the same thing, but he can't say sad and he doesn't know a better word. ]
I don't know how to change shit and I don't know how to talk about it right. That's why I wanted Dorian to give me advice. He knows more about it than me. But he just blamed me for everything. I died. I fucking paid for it. I pay for it every time I try to sleep. I don't why that isn't enough.
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Bailing when agreement comes or a suggestion for how to change isn't the right way to do it. I'm not saying you can't get mad, just try to stop pushing everyone away when YOU are the one who initiates this kind of conversation.
You're helping me figure out how to have some form of emotions again. Why can't you let me help you?
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You're biased. You, I don't know if like is the right word, probably not. Point is, you don't feel the same way about Wash that I do. I know I fucked you up being a shit to you all those years, but Locus, you fucked me up too. I can believe you when you say it wasn't for him or the sims, but that can't erase seeing you standing there with them, watching what they did to me. I have so many nightmares now and they aren't all about falling.
I don't think you can understand what it'd be like for me if he came here. Probably no one can. But I thought someone who didn't even know the bastard could give me advice on it so if it did happen, I wouldn't royally fuck everything up with you. I guess that's inevitable though, because even unbiased people think the sun shines out of Wash's ass.
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No one can give you advice on that. It's a unique situation, Felix. If he shows up, just leave him alone. Whatever you want to do, he's not worth it and you know that. Come to me and we'll go to the range or something else.
I can't change what happened any more than you can. We can figure something out along the way. I think that is all we can do. No plans.
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You don't like not having a plan.
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There are loose plans; just nothing set in stone.
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Maybe.
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Yeah? I can sweeten the deal. We stab Tucker and I can give you at least one conversation with the great asshole before I start getting squirrelly.
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I have nothing to say to Washington. That isn't necessary.
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He helped you find yourself without even trying. Maybe he could help you figure shit out easier. So, yeah. It is.
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I do not require his help. Nor is it something we need to discuss right now. This is all hypothetical, as it is.
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[ HE'S ON TO YOU, BUDDY. ]
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[ Get with the program, Locus. This is like remorseless killer date night 101. ]
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All right.