No one's killed me yet is not exactly the best criteria to judge his relations by. She's caught a little off guard by that, but presses forward with a small laugh.
"That's good! But I didn't mean anything quite so serious. Just... Are you doing okay? Fitting in? Making friends? That sort of thing."
He still looks confused. This has to be going in some kind of direction because a conversation like this just doesn't make sense for the likes of him.
"That's..." He frowns. "Does any of that really matter?" He asks. "It's not really possible for someone like me to fit in anywhere, and making friends is a waste of time--" He didn't try to make Emily think all that. Or Gabriel, if he does. Which he might not, he doesn't know. "--but it's not like I care. And I'm not not okay. It's fine. Things are fine." He fidgets with the dishes before him.
Well... That was a swing and a miss. She looks a little more concerned than she did a moment ago.
"Of course it matters. It's never a waste of time to find people that are important to you. We might not be planning to stay here, but a good friend goes beyond just the time that you spend with them." Those kinds of friends, when you find them, touch your life forever. It doesn't matter if they're still around or not.
She lets the silence sit there just a moment before adding: "You're not so strange that you couldn't find a place to fit in, you know... You fit in here just fine." With her.
He had people. he had people he thought were good. He doesn't need to do all that over again. She sounds like that Al guy he ran into. He at least responds to her with far less hostility.
"They don't see the dead. Even if they could understand our situations, having the context to everything I am is a sure fire way to put an end to the 'no one's tried to kill me yet' thing," He says. It isn't mere possibility, it's fact. "Even for the mythical unicorn that manages to wrap their head around absolutely everything and still tolerates my presence--" Like Gabriel. Like Emily and John are getting way too close to doing. He really needs to shut his mouth or get out of here and soon. "--I can't be their friend. Between what I am and the fact we can't stay, I'd be asking something for even less than nothing." And he doesn't do that. Or so he likes to think.
He falls quiet. "You don't have to worry about this. I know that trying to be a Mom or whatever is some kind of habit for you, but it's fine. You don't have to make something work where it's not going to. But if it makes you feel better, I do have someone I can spar with. And there's someone else I'm teaching things too. I know it's better for us if I'm not the complete black sheep of the town."
She's prepared to point that she does see the dead. She understands his situation--at least a little bit. The context is there, and she's never tried to kill him. But he goes on to talk about how he has someone to spar with, and someone he's teaching... And she can't help but wonder if he's already learning those things without her needing to point them out. At least as far as friends are concerned, maybe it's okay to leave that be for now.
"It does make me feel better," she concedes, giving him a small smile. "...But I would feel even better if you didn't go picking fights." And now that her round-about questioning has gotten her far enough off-topic, she's finding that maybe it's just better to come out with it.
"...I got a letter from someone the other day. About some kind of commotion in the coffee shop?"
Ah, there it is, he thinks, the real reason for this sudden question of relations. That makes more sense than every other reason he tried and failed to reach for.
Or it did right up until she mentions the coffee shop. His mouth is already open to speak but the words get caught then.
"Wait. The coffee shop? I haven't done anything in the coffee shop. I read and I play video games with this weird alien girl but that's it. One time I walked on the coffee counter for like two seconds. I haven't done anything else but..." He frowns and thinks.
"There was this one guy who had a problem with me," He muses, thinking back. "But he was the one who got on my case first, apparently I was too loud for him. I told him that I'd be happy to fight about it--" He grins. "--but all he wanted to do was act like I should do what he says because his name was on the shop. Sure I might've messed around a little after that but I wanted to see if he was all talk and I didn't threaten him there or start a fight. I asked about his stupid talking snake and told him he should be careful with it-- I thought it might be an animal with someone's ghost jammed in, you know? It's happened before and there was a hollow responsible for it. Thought I'd warn him in case but he just got spooked. Left the shop himself." He waves a hand to show Peter's talking off and huffs, slumping back in his seat.
"I don't know why that would be coming up now though. That was two months ago, at least. The last I talked to the guy I was telling him that I didn't intend to go anywhere near him if I could help it. He tried to screw me over then and I told him to cut it out because then we might actually have a problem, but even that was a probably a month ago. Unless crazy alien girl got tired of me kicking her ass. Was the letter in some ridiculous numerical writing?"
That certainly is a lot of explanation, but Masaki listens patiently as he details the incident. And for what it's worth, she doesn't assume that he has any reason to lie to her.
"No? It was a fairly normal letter. Someone by the name of Peter Vincent." Which now that she thinks about it, that does sound familiar. Was that the name of the coffee shop? It might be. So at least that part of it checks out.
Something still feels amiss here, but she's not really sure where the discrepancies lie. The stories don't match up, and her instinct says that Zangetsu was probably more aggressive than he needed to be--only for her to second guess if she's being entirely fair with that assumption. Maybe he really had been trying to help, and the man had taken it wrong. It's difficult to say.
"Well... If he brings it up again, I'll try to get more details from him. He wasn't very forthcoming about what the issue was. He just... seemed worried that you might be dangerous."
"Then it was him then." But why take all that time? He doesn't get it. Fear doesn't even cross his mind when perhaps it really should.
She continues on, and although he doesn't understand the time discrepancy, the reasoning suddenly becomes real clear. It's an unhappy, wincing sort of look that falls upon him.
"Ah. That's it. He mentioned being familiar with demons." And between his appearance, his interest in a fight and that snake before, and then that bulletin board fiasco... yeah, that would explain it. He's obviously not going to tell her that it was his post on the bulletin or what it was over if she missed it, but the demon explanation will be enough. He hopes it will be enough.
"It's fine. You don't need to ask for more details. I told him to drop the topic and if he didn't bring it up to you then he's apparently listened. And I'm not going near him either. So, problem solved. Everyone's happy."
Everyone's happy, he says, but she's not sure she believes that. The man didn't seem very satisfied with her response, and while Zangetsu doesn't seem too bothered, neither does it feel resolved. But he tells her it's solved, so she relaxes a little.
"If you think so," she agrees, looking back down to her dinner. "But if he gives you any trouble, let me know, okay? If there's a problem, I don't want to be the last to know."
He frowns at her a moment, like he's trying to figure something out. Like he's heard wrong or maybe she misspoke.
"Don't you mean the other way around? You want to know if I'm causing trouble?" Surely that's what she means right? "Anyway, there's no problem I can't handle. He's terrified of me. Therefore, if he wants me to stay away from him, he's not going to give me trouble."
"I meant what I said." She smiles, almost knowingly, like she's aware of what makes him think she meant the other thing. "You're not the only one out there causing trouble. Terrified or not, if anyone's picking a fight with you, I want to know about it. Please?"
That knowing smile catches him. It's not that she can't imagine she knows, or at least has an impression as much is the case, but seeing so whilst being almost okay with it. A bittersweet trade off.
If that weren't have him looking and sounding dubious enough. "Not sure how would you even define such a thing. What falls under picking fight?"
What would that look like? She pauses, trying to figure out how to explain it. She thought it was a simple request, but... maybe not. A lot of things that she thinks are simple with him turn out not to be.
"You know... Trying to start trouble. Bothering you when you've told him to keep away, trying to provoke you for whatever reason. Anything like that."
He thinks, trying to recall if anyone's done as much. And then makes something of a face.
"Ugh. But that's not even a big deal. It's annoying but it's... it's just annoying. Or embarrassing for them if it doesn't work." He can handle that, he thinks again. He did with Justin. "It only really bothers me if someone's trying to screw with you. Or, y'know, the name thing."
She laughs a bit at his complaining. The part about screwing with her is a little touching.
"You don't have to tell me every little transgression. Once or twice isn't an issue. But if someone's making a concerted effort to bother you or start a fight, whether it's working or not... Will you at least tell me then? Please?"
“I’ll think about it,” He says. It’s not much, but maybe it can be enough. “I can’t imagine anything I couldn’t handle myself, but if i'm stuck and it looks like I need backup, I’ll give you a call.”
He can ask for help if he needs it. He asked Pokey to get him in contact with Zephyr didn't he? He asked Zephyr for help. And he's worked with the old man. That's all it would be, not running to Mom to cry about a bully-- ha! No, he can keep his word here and still take care of himself.
"Zangetsu..." That's not what she's asking, and her mild exasperation says that she's sure that he knows that. This trust thing is turning out to be harder than originally intended.
"...This team of ours, I don't want it to be simply for when we need help. I want us to be able to talk about what's going on. It may not be something the other can help with--or something where help is even wanted, but it's still important to talk."
He frowns at her tone, as that name is drawn into a sigh. He gets what she's saying, or he thinks so, but there's clearly some point of disconnect.
"We do talk. We talk all the time." He's around every day. Doesn't that count for something? "I've talked with you more than I've talked with anybody." In all times he was himself, that is. Maybe even in general. "There's not much to say right now though. I haven't gotten us home yet and everything in the past is the past. If I haven't told you something it's probably just not important."
He searches her face for a moment longer. "Did someone say something?" Did Peter?
"No. No one said anything... Just you." Just the way he words things, like the only reason he might need to tell her anything is if he needs help. She pauses, looking down at her dinner.
"If there's something or someone troubling you, you don't have to wait until you need help to talk to me. I won't run off and start meddling in your business. I'd just like to know. And if there comes a time that you do need my help, then you won't need to fill me in." She looks back up at him again, tilting her head a little.
"Does that make sense? I want to know because you're someone I care about. And I enjoy all the things we talk about, but I'd like to hear about these kinds of things, too."
Just him? Did he let something slip? No, she'd have said something over that for sure.
It takes him a minute. Then, the revelation comes in a sort of flat tone. "You want me to talk about my problems. Use you as some kind of shoulder to cry on."
It's a struggle to keep his disgust with that idea down. A difficult struggle. He answers with a sort of stiffness to his voice for it. "I don't want to talk about things like that. If I have a problem I want to deal with it or forget it, not get pathetic about it. That doesn't fix anything. I hate that kind of thing. And I don't need to do that to you anyway. You have enough to worry about."
He calls confiding in her 'being pathetic'. He says he hates that sort of thing, and the words sting more than they probably should. At least it's not like before in Timeless, where she struggled to keep her chin up. It's probably not personal. It's just not the sort of thing that he does, no matter how much she might want it from him. But it still feels a little like a rebuff, and it's difficult to hide her disappointment.
"I'll worry more if you don't tell me," she teases in an effort to lighten the sudden tension in him, but it's maybe only a half-hearted attempt on her part. "It's not quite like what you're saying, but it's fine. If you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to force you." There's really not point in beating against that wall if he's so vehemently opposed.
She doesn't take it badly, but she definitely doesn't take it well. He doesn't understand. She shouldn't want to be burdened.
She tries to tease but it doesn't feel like one. He wants to tear at his hair because he doesn't know what she wants him to tell her. What did he let slip? It occurs, the fact there are more than a few things he doesn't want her to know is probably exactly what she's referring to but he knows that these are things she's better off knowing.
"There's nothing to worry about. Nothing's wrong. Everything's been going fine." And it's true. All the problems are old problems. "What is it if it's not that? Are you-- is something bothering you?"
Is something bothering her? Yes. Of course the answer is yes. There's a whole host of things that are bothering her, but the most immediate one is the one that he probably means. She's just not sure if she wants to tell him.
She avoids his gaze by looking down at her food again, finding it rather interesting the way she can push it around in her bowl with her chopsticks.
"You're... the closest person that I have here," she starts, after a few long moments of silence. "You know that, don't you? If I feel the need to share something, it's usually with you. But when I try to get you to do the same, there's often what feels like a wall thrown up between us. There are things that you don't seem to want to confide in me, and I don't know why."
"...I don't need you to cry on my shoulder, but I do wish that you would depend on me sometimes. I want to be someone like that for you. Someone... a little more on equal footing with you."
He hates that it feels like he's come to interrogating her, but he thinks he hates the silence that falls more. But when she speaks, he can't do the same.
He expected being closest to her. He didn't expect the other way around. And he knows it's because he hasn't found the way home yet, he hasn't worked fast enough and so she hasn't had any options.
He's quiet and still until suddenly he stands. He walks away from his seat, but rather than leaving, he makes his way around the table, pulling a chair closer and letting it sit at her side. He doesn't face her, just sits next to her.
"I do depend on you," He says. "I can't help Ichigo like you can. I'm counting on you for that. I really want things to get better. I want to see the way everyone just loses their minds when they see you again." He wants the skies so blue they're nearly blinding.
"I count on you to keep yourself safe, because I can't really do that right now. And I don't... I couldn't deal with something like that. We go to these worlds where others in this village die and get hurt and all I can really do is hope you don't and come along to make things wrap up faster." So far she hasn't been hurt, and really none of it is something he can take credit for. She's taken care of herself, which brings both relief and that familiar feeling bringing him back to Ichigo's year of powerlessness.
He still doesn't look her way. He sits with his hands somewhat in his lap, fingers picking at one another.
"Old Man Zangetsu never told me why he had to do what he did. I never asked him and I never really tried to dig around in his head. I figured, whatever reasons he had to keep it a secret it, they must have been important. As long as he looked out for us, for Ichigo, then it was fine with me. With me, it probably is just a wall. I'm not really meant to be otherwise. I'm not like Zangetsu either. But we are team. Me and him, and me and you. If I could, I'd have no problem fighting by your side, and to me, that's pretty equal. Honestly, I'd thought that was a given."
There's a moment where he stands, that she looks up at him suddenly, expecting to have said something wrong. Expecting for him to walk away abruptly and leave her sitting there, her heart twisting in her chest. But he doesn't. He settles down next to her, and that's a new kind of surprise.
The words pour out of him like she hasn't heard before, and she listens intently, hanging onto each one. He talks of depending on her, of wanting to see their family's face when she walks in through their door. He talks of wanting her to be safe, and her heart goes out to him just that little bit more.
He talks of the Quincy spirit and of walls and of teams... He when he finishes, she reaches over to him and rests a hand over his fidgeting ones. She smiles softly.
"It might be a given, but it's still nice to hear once in a while. We can be silly sometimes... Doubting things that we know are true. We need reminders now and then--not always like this, but sometimes just little things. Like telling me how your day goes. I feel more a part of it--and I feel closer to you." She squeezes the hand clasped over his.
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on 2018-08-06 07:55 pm (UTC)"That's good! But I didn't mean anything quite so serious. Just... Are you doing okay? Fitting in? Making friends? That sort of thing."
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on 2018-08-06 08:06 pm (UTC)"That's..." He frowns. "Does any of that really matter?" He asks. "It's not really possible for someone like me to fit in anywhere, and making friends is a waste of time--" He didn't try to make Emily think all that. Or Gabriel, if he does. Which he might not, he doesn't know. "--but it's not like I care. And I'm not not okay. It's fine. Things are fine." He fidgets with the dishes before him.
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on 2018-08-07 01:51 am (UTC)"Of course it matters. It's never a waste of time to find people that are important to you. We might not be planning to stay here, but a good friend goes beyond just the time that you spend with them." Those kinds of friends, when you find them, touch your life forever. It doesn't matter if they're still around or not.
She lets the silence sit there just a moment before adding: "You're not so strange that you couldn't find a place to fit in, you know... You fit in here just fine." With her.
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on 2018-08-07 08:40 pm (UTC)"They don't see the dead. Even if they could understand our situations, having the context to everything I am is a sure fire way to put an end to the 'no one's tried to kill me yet' thing," He says. It isn't mere possibility, it's fact. "Even for the mythical unicorn that manages to wrap their head around absolutely everything and still tolerates my presence--" Like Gabriel. Like Emily and John are getting way too close to doing. He really needs to shut his mouth or get out of here and soon. "--I can't be their friend. Between what I am and the fact we can't stay, I'd be asking something for even less than nothing." And he doesn't do that. Or so he likes to think.
He falls quiet. "You don't have to worry about this. I know that trying to be a Mom or whatever is some kind of habit for you, but it's fine. You don't have to make something work where it's not going to. But if it makes you feel better, I do have someone I can spar with. And there's someone else I'm teaching things too. I know it's better for us if I'm not the complete black sheep of the town."
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on 2018-08-07 11:46 pm (UTC)"It does make me feel better," she concedes, giving him a small smile. "...But I would feel even better if you didn't go picking fights." And now that her round-about questioning has gotten her far enough off-topic, she's finding that maybe it's just better to come out with it.
"...I got a letter from someone the other day. About some kind of commotion in the coffee shop?"
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on 2018-08-08 12:22 am (UTC)Or it did right up until she mentions the coffee shop. His mouth is already open to speak but the words get caught then.
"Wait. The coffee shop? I haven't done anything in the coffee shop. I read and I play video games with this weird alien girl but that's it. One time I walked on the coffee counter for like two seconds. I haven't done anything else but..." He frowns and thinks.
"There was this one guy who had a problem with me," He muses, thinking back. "But he was the one who got on my case first, apparently I was too loud for him. I told him that I'd be happy to fight about it--" He grins. "--but all he wanted to do was act like I should do what he says because his name was on the shop. Sure I might've messed around a little after that but I wanted to see if he was all talk and I didn't threaten him there or start a fight. I asked about his stupid talking snake and told him he should be careful with it-- I thought it might be an animal with someone's ghost jammed in, you know? It's happened before and there was a hollow responsible for it. Thought I'd warn him in case but he just got spooked. Left the shop himself." He waves a hand to show Peter's talking off and huffs, slumping back in his seat.
"I don't know why that would be coming up now though. That was two months ago, at least. The last I talked to the guy I was telling him that I didn't intend to go anywhere near him if I could help it. He tried to screw me over then and I told him to cut it out because then we might actually have a problem, but even that was a probably a month ago. Unless crazy alien girl got tired of me kicking her ass. Was the letter in some ridiculous numerical writing?"
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on 2018-08-08 12:38 am (UTC)"No? It was a fairly normal letter. Someone by the name of Peter Vincent." Which now that she thinks about it, that does sound familiar. Was that the name of the coffee shop? It might be. So at least that part of it checks out.
Something still feels amiss here, but she's not really sure where the discrepancies lie. The stories don't match up, and her instinct says that Zangetsu was probably more aggressive than he needed to be--only for her to second guess if she's being entirely fair with that assumption. Maybe he really had been trying to help, and the man had taken it wrong. It's difficult to say.
"Well... If he brings it up again, I'll try to get more details from him. He wasn't very forthcoming about what the issue was. He just... seemed worried that you might be dangerous."
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on 2018-08-08 01:03 am (UTC)She continues on, and although he doesn't understand the time discrepancy, the reasoning suddenly becomes real clear. It's an unhappy, wincing sort of look that falls upon him.
"Ah. That's it. He mentioned being familiar with demons." And between his appearance, his interest in a fight and that snake before, and then that bulletin board fiasco... yeah, that would explain it. He's obviously not going to tell her that it was his post on the bulletin or what it was over if she missed it, but the demon explanation will be enough. He hopes it will be enough.
"It's fine. You don't need to ask for more details. I told him to drop the topic and if he didn't bring it up to you then he's apparently listened. And I'm not going near him either. So, problem solved. Everyone's happy."
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on 2018-08-11 07:14 pm (UTC)"If you think so," she agrees, looking back down to her dinner. "But if he gives you any trouble, let me know, okay? If there's a problem, I don't want to be the last to know."
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on 2018-08-11 10:52 pm (UTC)"Don't you mean the other way around? You want to know if I'm causing trouble?" Surely that's what she means right? "Anyway, there's no problem I can't handle. He's terrified of me. Therefore, if he wants me to stay away from him, he's not going to give me trouble."
And of course, the feeling is pretty mutual.
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on 2018-08-12 04:48 am (UTC)If that weren't have him looking and sounding dubious enough. "Not sure how would you even define such a thing. What falls under picking fight?"
Especially if he's not the one doing it.
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on 2018-08-12 04:55 am (UTC)"You know... Trying to start trouble. Bothering you when you've told him to keep away, trying to provoke you for whatever reason. Anything like that."
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on 2018-08-12 01:17 pm (UTC)"Ugh. But that's not even a big deal. It's annoying but it's... it's just annoying. Or embarrassing for them if it doesn't work." He can handle that, he thinks again. He did with Justin. "It only really bothers me if someone's trying to screw with you. Or, y'know, the name thing."
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on 2018-08-16 12:09 am (UTC)"You don't have to tell me every little transgression. Once or twice isn't an issue. But if someone's making a concerted effort to bother you or start a fight, whether it's working or not... Will you at least tell me then? Please?"
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on 2018-08-16 10:41 am (UTC)He can ask for help if he needs it. He asked Pokey to get him in contact with Zephyr didn't he? He asked Zephyr for help. And he's worked with the old man. That's all it would be, not running to Mom to cry about a bully-- ha! No, he can keep his word here and still take care of himself.
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on 2018-08-16 03:46 pm (UTC)"...This team of ours, I don't want it to be simply for when we need help. I want us to be able to talk about what's going on. It may not be something the other can help with--or something where help is even wanted, but it's still important to talk."
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on 2018-08-16 04:05 pm (UTC)"We do talk. We talk all the time." He's around every day. Doesn't that count for something? "I've talked with you more than I've talked with anybody." In all times he was himself, that is. Maybe even in general. "There's not much to say right now though. I haven't gotten us home yet and everything in the past is the past. If I haven't told you something it's probably just not important."
He searches her face for a moment longer. "Did someone say something?" Did Peter?
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on 2018-08-17 12:43 am (UTC)"If there's something or someone troubling you, you don't have to wait until you need help to talk to me. I won't run off and start meddling in your business. I'd just like to know. And if there comes a time that you do need my help, then you won't need to fill me in." She looks back up at him again, tilting her head a little.
"Does that make sense? I want to know because you're someone I care about. And I enjoy all the things we talk about, but I'd like to hear about these kinds of things, too."
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on 2018-08-17 12:58 am (UTC)It takes him a minute. Then, the revelation comes in a sort of flat tone. "You want me to talk about my problems. Use you as some kind of shoulder to cry on."
It's a struggle to keep his disgust with that idea down. A difficult struggle. He answers with a sort of stiffness to his voice for it. "I don't want to talk about things like that. If I have a problem I want to deal with it or forget it, not get pathetic about it. That doesn't fix anything. I hate that kind of thing. And I don't need to do that to you anyway. You have enough to worry about."
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on 2018-08-17 01:37 am (UTC)"I'll worry more if you don't tell me," she teases in an effort to lighten the sudden tension in him, but it's maybe only a half-hearted attempt on her part. "It's not quite like what you're saying, but it's fine. If you don't want to tell me, I'm not going to force you." There's really not point in beating against that wall if he's so vehemently opposed.
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on 2018-08-17 02:27 am (UTC)She tries to tease but it doesn't feel like one. He wants to tear at his hair because he doesn't know what she wants him to tell her. What did he let slip? It occurs, the fact there are more than a few things he doesn't want her to know is probably exactly what she's referring to but he knows that these are things she's better off knowing.
"There's nothing to worry about. Nothing's wrong. Everything's been going fine." And it's true. All the problems are old problems. "What is it if it's not that? Are you-- is something bothering you?"
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on 2018-08-17 03:10 am (UTC)She avoids his gaze by looking down at her food again, finding it rather interesting the way she can push it around in her bowl with her chopsticks.
"You're... the closest person that I have here," she starts, after a few long moments of silence. "You know that, don't you? If I feel the need to share something, it's usually with you. But when I try to get you to do the same, there's often what feels like a wall thrown up between us. There are things that you don't seem to want to confide in me, and I don't know why."
"...I don't need you to cry on my shoulder, but I do wish that you would depend on me sometimes. I want to be someone like that for you. Someone... a little more on equal footing with you."
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on 2018-08-17 04:41 am (UTC)He expected being closest to her. He didn't expect the other way around. And he knows it's because he hasn't found the way home yet, he hasn't worked fast enough and so she hasn't had any options.
He's quiet and still until suddenly he stands. He walks away from his seat, but rather than leaving, he makes his way around the table, pulling a chair closer and letting it sit at her side. He doesn't face her, just sits next to her.
"I do depend on you," He says. "I can't help Ichigo like you can. I'm counting on you for that. I really want things to get better. I want to see the way everyone just loses their minds when they see you again." He wants the skies so blue they're nearly blinding.
"I count on you to keep yourself safe, because I can't really do that right now. And I don't... I couldn't deal with something like that. We go to these worlds where others in this village die and get hurt and all I can really do is hope you don't and come along to make things wrap up faster." So far she hasn't been hurt, and really none of it is something he can take credit for. She's taken care of herself, which brings both relief and that familiar feeling bringing him back to Ichigo's year of powerlessness.
He still doesn't look her way. He sits with his hands somewhat in his lap, fingers picking at one another.
"Old Man Zangetsu never told me why he had to do what he did. I never asked him and I never really tried to dig around in his head. I figured, whatever reasons he had to keep it a secret it, they must have been important. As long as he looked out for us, for Ichigo, then it was fine with me. With me, it probably is just a wall. I'm not really meant to be otherwise. I'm not like Zangetsu either. But we are team. Me and him, and me and you. If I could, I'd have no problem fighting by your side, and to me, that's pretty equal. Honestly, I'd thought that was a given."
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on 2018-10-14 04:53 am (UTC)The words pour out of him like she hasn't heard before, and she listens intently, hanging onto each one. He talks of depending on her, of wanting to see their family's face when she walks in through their door. He talks of wanting her to be safe, and her heart goes out to him just that little bit more.
He talks of the Quincy spirit and of walls and of teams... He when he finishes, she reaches over to him and rests a hand over his fidgeting ones. She smiles softly.
"It might be a given, but it's still nice to hear once in a while. We can be silly sometimes... Doubting things that we know are true. We need reminders now and then--not always like this, but sometimes just little things. Like telling me how your day goes. I feel more a part of it--and I feel closer to you." She squeezes the hand clasped over his.
"...Does that make sense to you?"
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