[it's like hearing her own words given back. someone else trying to make themselves smaller so that they don't cause those ripples. and this more than anything else makes her realize what people have been saying to her, how it feels to hear an apology when all she wants to do is be there.]
I can worry about you and plenty of other things at the same time. I want to worry about you.
[it almost sounds petulant, but it's clumsy in how forceful it comes out, and in that, it's honest. breathe, reset.]
You don't have to always know how you're doing or what you're feeling or why you are the way you are. None of us can do that - organic, constructed, or anything else. There's no hidden metric you're being held to, no failures being tallied. Everyone here is just sort of handling it as we go.
[a breath, and she gives his arm a tiny squeeze.]
If you're unsure, you don't have to have an answer. You don't. You can just let yourself...process. You don't have to say anything before you're ready to, about anything at all. And if someone wants to make that their problem, then that is theirs. I'll have it out with them myself if they want to make that yours.
[He's caught between wanting to apologize yet again, and thank her for being there. He's sure there's nothing he can really do to make up for the trouble he's caused in the pursuit of making things make sense, but that doesn't mean he's going to give up entirely. There are still people that care and promises that he has to keep, after all.
Wayne's arm presses against Helena's, his hand coming to rest lightly over the top of the one on his arm.]
Wanting to worry about someone feels a little counterintuitive.
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I can worry about you and plenty of other things at the same time. I want to worry about you.
[it almost sounds petulant, but it's clumsy in how forceful it comes out, and in that, it's honest. breathe, reset.]
You don't have to always know how you're doing or what you're feeling or why you are the way you are. None of us can do that - organic, constructed, or anything else. There's no hidden metric you're being held to, no failures being tallied. Everyone here is just sort of handling it as we go.
[a breath, and she gives his arm a tiny squeeze.]
If you're unsure, you don't have to have an answer. You don't. You can just let yourself...process. You don't have to say anything before you're ready to, about anything at all. And if someone wants to make that their problem, then that is theirs. I'll have it out with them myself if they want to make that yours.
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Wayne's arm presses against Helena's, his hand coming to rest lightly over the top of the one on his arm.]
Wanting to worry about someone feels a little counterintuitive.
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[he can't make her not care about him.]
...I won't stop you, if you want to go. All I really ask is that you think about what I've said. Both the advice, and the admissions.
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I'm probably still going to hang out down there for a while. Just...maybe not a whole week. The quiet'll probably do me some good.
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[she's only one message away.]
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That goes for you too, if you ever need me I'll be there.