The both of you are sledgehammers when you feel you're in the right. Ain't a delicate bone between you. Fact still remains that your behavior escalated the matter when you should have just walked away. Leaving well enough alone is a two way street.
Just damn well ignore her. You ain't gotta get cute about it.
（ he'd argue that she didn't fly off the handle - she sunk down into a place of cold, cruel precision that she felt was justified. but troublin' himself about makin' that point with dean is moot, an' anyhow — much as clarke's a flawed person, he's protective of those flaws, because knowin' them is a point of intimacy with her that dean surely ain't entitled to.
but it's a better point of concession than he expected, so he'll take it an' swallow down the rest. it's easier now that he's got some distance from it, an' he ain't starin' down two folks he cares for at each other's throats. ）
Well, what do I care? After all, reckon it was your shirt.
The first conversations I recall holding were with the dead. Not my Ma or my Pa, but folks who'd been gone near about a hundred years. I used to go roving out anywhere I could find them, must've wandered the whole of Conecuh before I was ten. Had more friends dead than alive, and that's held true most of my life. Most everyone dead has regrets, but when it came to things like there was just about always a common thread.
It was never... golly, I sure am glad I abstained from how I felt the whole of my life to make my family or my church happy. So many folks lived and died in denial of who they were and they all carry into the great beyond, Dean.
I was real lucky, you know? My Pa was like me — with the ghosts I mean — and held to the same opinions I do on the matter of a life lived well being of greater import than one lived by somebody else's metric. And my Ma... ah... she was fond in that way of a gal she'd known in the Great War, who I grew up knowing as my Aunt Ysobel. Least judgmental folks on the face of the planet, them, though it weren't all that easy being in small town Alabama.
Edited (in 2192 I will still be editing this comment from beyond the fucking grave apparently) Date: 2020-12-18 11:53 pm (UTC)
I had a fella once upon a time. In the war. We were just dumb kids back then, stealing moments in foxholes. Lord, mostly we just slept on each other's shoulders, even. Barely more than that. At best we would've been discharged for it if the wrong person ever found out. At worst we would've been shot. He was always in more danger than I was over it. Attrition among medics was higher than just about any other form of service there was, and I was one of two men that'd been with my company since the start. Maybe I would've just gotten a reprimand and a demotion. They needed my hands too much for all the rest.
But living like that. The paranoia, the wariness, the fear. It turned him mean. He hauled off once and punched this kid, one of our replacements who didn't mean no harm all because he saw us kiss. After that I guess I just lost it. The spark, those feelings. I can handle being clandestine, you know? That weren't the issue, I expected it. What I couldn't take was someone who hated what he was so much that he took it out on folks around him.
I guess for me, it ain't hard to accept because I know who I am, and I know my value, and I have my pride. Not everyone can be or has been so lucky as all that, and they're the ones I owe it to, to make peace with myself for all the ways society would hate who I am.
( So much of that second text hits uncomfortably close to home it actually knocks him on his ass a little.
he hauled off and punched this kid it turned him mean someone who hated what he was so much he took it out on folks around him
If anything at all's gonna stick with him after this conversation, it's that. )
sounds like you have a type
( Gene's got no way of knowing just how precarious it feels saying something like that. It comes so god damn close, closer than deflecting the whole thing with some innocuous inside joke about a shirt that you could arguably pretend happened between two platonic people.
It feels uncomfortable as hell, and as soon as he says it he pours himself a drink. )
（ oh the fuck doesn't he? if you think he ain't copped it to dean's intense self loathing and with the added context of now seein' him in a world without that prejudice you got another thing comin'. ）
Maybe so.
Mostly I cleave to folks I can be kind to. There's a part of me that needs that.
（ he's been a caretaker the whole of his life. left school to feed his brothers. went to war to protect his country. went to korea to mind those kids who were so much younger than he ever felt. if they're bein' excoriatin', he may as well throw himself on that same grenade. ）
Some folks need it more than others. I ain't never minded an uphill climb.
You're worth loving, you know. Lord knows I sure could.
（ maybe a part of him does, a little. gene's always come easy to affection, an' what's love but a step past it? but they ain't so far removed from that day they shared memories that gene doesn't think it bears sayin' anyhow — dean needs to hear it more than he needs his privacy on the matter. ）
But you've got a real shot at something with that fella of yours, only a fool'd waste that. And maybe it'll be a fight between your head and your heart and everything you've ever heard about what it means to love a man, but you don't get to tell me it's not worth it. Love always is. It's the best of what we can leave behind when we're gone.
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Date: 2020-12-18 10:42 pm (UTC)The both of you are sledgehammers when you feel you're in the right. Ain't a delicate bone between you. Fact still remains that your behavior escalated the matter when you should have just walked away. Leaving well enough alone is a two way street.
Just damn well ignore her. You ain't gotta get cute about it.
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Date: 2020-12-18 10:46 pm (UTC)Next time I'm just not gonna say a damn word to her
but just so we're clear
If she flies off the handle about it, that's her problem
this makes us even for the shirt
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Date: 2020-12-18 10:53 pm (UTC)but it's a better point of concession than he expected, so he'll take it an' swallow down the rest. it's easier now that he's got some distance from it, an' he ain't starin' down two folks he cares for at each other's throats. ）
Well, what do I care? After all, reckon it was your shirt.
:p
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Date: 2020-12-18 10:58 pm (UTC)You're damn right it was
hey
how the hell do you do it, man
how are you just going with it all so easily
aren't you from like world war 2, didn't you guys
I don't know
I guess I'm just wondering how it's not hard for you to just accept that whole thing
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Date: 2020-12-18 11:34 pm (UTC)It was never... golly, I sure am glad I abstained from how I felt the whole of my life to make my family or my church happy. So many folks lived and died in denial of who they were and they all carry into the great beyond, Dean.
I was real lucky, you know? My Pa was like me — with the ghosts I mean — and held to the same opinions I do on the matter of a life lived well being of greater import than one lived by somebody else's metric. And my Ma... ah... she was fond in that way of a gal she'd known in the Great War, who I grew up knowing as my Aunt Ysobel. Least judgmental folks on the face of the planet, them, though it weren't all that easy being in small town Alabama.
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Date: 2020-12-18 11:43 pm (UTC)But living like that. The paranoia, the wariness, the fear. It turned him mean. He hauled off once and punched this kid, one of our replacements who didn't mean no harm all because he saw us kiss. After that I guess I just lost it. The spark, those feelings. I can handle being clandestine, you know? That weren't the issue, I expected it. What I couldn't take was someone who hated what he was so much that he took it out on folks around him.
I guess for me, it ain't hard to accept because I know who I am, and I know my value, and I have my pride. Not everyone can be or has been so lucky as all that, and they're the ones I owe it to, to make peace with myself for all the ways society would hate who I am.
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:31 am (UTC)he hauled off and punched this kid
it turned him mean
someone who hated what he was so much he took it out on folks around him
If anything at all's gonna stick with him after this conversation, it's that. )
sounds like you have a type
( Gene's got no way of knowing just how precarious it feels saying something like that. It comes so god damn close, closer than deflecting the whole thing with some innocuous inside joke about a shirt that you could arguably pretend happened between two platonic people.
It feels uncomfortable as hell, and as soon as he says it he pours himself a drink. )
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:40 am (UTC)Maybe so.
Mostly I cleave to folks I can be kind to. There's a part of me that needs that.
（ he's been a caretaker the whole of his life. left school to feed his brothers. went to war to protect his country. went to korea to mind those kids who were so much younger than he ever felt. if they're bein' excoriatin', he may as well throw himself on that same grenade. ）
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:49 am (UTC)you sure as hell don't ever go with easy mode there, you just gotta pick the worst possible people for it
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:58 am (UTC)You're worth loving, you know. Lord knows I sure could.
（ maybe a part of him does, a little. gene's always come easy to affection, an' what's love but a step past it? but they ain't so far removed from that day they shared memories that gene doesn't think it bears sayin' anyhow — dean needs to hear it more than he needs his privacy on the matter. ）
But you've got a real shot at something with that fella of yours, only a fool'd waste that. And maybe it'll be a fight between your head and your heart and everything you've ever heard about what it means to love a man, but you don't get to tell me it's not worth it. Love always is. It's the best of what we can leave behind when we're gone.
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Date: 2020-12-19 01:10 am (UTC)yup and there's my limit for emotional bonding for the year, good talk, see you in 2513
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Date: 2020-12-19 01:12 am (UTC)What did I say? A toddler.
Go suck a lemon, Dean.
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Date: 2020-12-19 01:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 01:14 am (UTC)Don't fight with Clarke again or I will straight up knock you on your ass, my hand to God.
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Date: 2020-12-19 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 01:57 am (UTC)Secondly, I seem to have forgotten all the reasons we were ever friends to begin with.
Are you coming to New Tokyo or not?
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Date: 2020-12-19 02:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-19 02:12 am (UTC)Come find me when you do.
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Date: 2020-12-19 02:36 am (UTC)