[ Tim’s face is flat. His hands are curled into fists on his thighs: this is hard for him. To be blatant and honest with opinions that Jason could use to sneer. How dare Tim have sympathy for him. Think he can empathize with him. The tilt of his face is reluctant, eyes and chin pointing a 45 degree and to the floor. His eyes are closed. Tim doesn’t want to see Jason either. ]
You were his child being thrown into shit you never should’ve had to deal with. He was the one who should have gotten you help. Should’ve gotten me help. I’m not going to lie: I could’ve used your support. I would’ve given anything for someone to understand when I wanted revenge. He teaches us all this - praises us when we’re clever and violent and deceptive - and then when we can’t shut down every emotion permanently, we have to claw our way back into his good graces.
And I have to do it, every time. I hurt you, too. I didn’t reach out, and I knew you wouldn’t kill me. You could’ve killed me in the Tower, but you didn’t. I knew it wasn’t about me, and I knew that you were troubled. I knew where you were, and I was increasingly familiar with the gray area that you had to carve out for yourself between his morality and reality. Sure, I was under orders to not engage. I disobey orders all the time, but not for you for too long. We both needed support.
[ Tim sighs heavily. ]
You can’t have missed that we get along when he’s not here. You are a better person than him. You apologized.
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Date: 2024-03-14 04:15 am (UTC)You were his child being thrown into shit you never should’ve had to deal with. He was the one who should have gotten you help. Should’ve gotten me help. I’m not going to lie: I could’ve used your support. I would’ve given anything for someone to understand when I wanted revenge. He teaches us all this - praises us when we’re clever and violent and deceptive - and then when we can’t shut down every emotion permanently, we have to claw our way back into his good graces.
And I have to do it, every time. I hurt you, too. I didn’t reach out, and I knew you wouldn’t kill me. You could’ve killed me in the Tower, but you didn’t. I knew it wasn’t about me, and I knew that you were troubled. I knew where you were, and I was increasingly familiar with the gray area that you had to carve out for yourself between his morality and reality. Sure, I was under orders to not engage. I disobey orders all the time, but not for you for too long. We both needed support.
[ Tim sighs heavily. ]
You can’t have missed that we get along when he’s not here. You are a better person than him. You apologized.