fuck you genuinely think youre the problem here? i told you before johnny, i'm not a good person or if i was, that part of me is dead and gone now i dont even know when i'm screwing up, it just happens all the time
[In his room, he huddles under the covers, so hopefully César doesn't come in and notice him near tears.]
its best to cut me off now before i do something else i didnt know was a problem, okay? good luck with the guys theyre really lucky to have you
[That is sort of an answer, but if Johnny still doesn't come in, he eventually groans and lifts his head from the pillow to shout for him to come in.
Either way, once Johnny comes in, he's on his bed, body covered entirely by his blanket and face pressed into his pillow so the only thing the man can really make out of him is his dyed hair poking out.]
[Johnny walks in, looks at Rich for a moment, and leans against the door.]
César keeps chocolate in the drawer of the nightstand, want me to grab you a bar?
[There's also Midol in that same drawer for when Johnny stays over, but Johnny's not sure if he's just reading into that posture and groan and projecting or not.]
[Rich looks up from his pillow once more with an affronted glare... but he still reaches for the drawer, hand darting out as quickly as possible to snag a bar before retreating back into the warm safety of the covers.]
You're not going to make any assumptions about why I need this right now.
[Still glowering, he pokes the chocolate out from under the covers (how did he unwrap that in that position?) and snaps off a piece with his teeth.]
It's chocolate, Rich. You don't need an excuse to need it.
[Johnny sits on the edge of the bed, and puts a hand on top of the blanket burrito lightly, and waits for Rich. Either for him to finish eating or to say something. His expression is polite mild concern.]
I would have, a while ago. When the SQUIP had me on a meal plan... used to tell me if I had a cheat day, it'd put me on a path to a future where John Cena would die.
[Probably very little of that made sense to Johnny, but hey, that's easier for Rich to talk about than whatever the context of his text messages was. At least he does slowly sit up to look at Johnny properly.]
It did suck. It's over now, at least. And I don't have to let anyone control me anymore.
[The way he speaks carries a note of finality. The SQUIP is gone, and his various issues should have disappeared along with it. Unfortunately, it's obvious to him that it isn't that easy now. There's too much about him that's just inherently broken now, and Johnny has seen that clearly.]
[Rich looks like he's about to snap back for a moment, but he manages to bite his tongue, turning away from Johnny for a moment to try to gather up some courage.]
...It's not how it works. I know that much. I still have nightmares too, and... and I know I lash out at people who care about me because of it. Because of what it told me.
[Because she had always been the only one who cared. The idea of anyone else even trying to take her spot is...
[Johnny lets out a little laugh at that suggestion.]
I did assume it'd be dangerous. I still would have gone, if I could have brought myself to. I have agoraphobia. The idea of leaving the ship right now fills me with a deep dread. Hell, during the last excursion, I couldn't even bring myself to leave the cabin while the battle royale was on the TV. César had to run to get me meals because I was stuck.
[And he does sound it, looking over at Johnny with a sympathetic expression.]
I mean, if it helps, I don't blame you at all for needing to cope like this. This is a really traumatic situation for anyone, and we all are going to have different ways of handling it... And I mean, after the way César found me, I'm not going to judge you.
[He exhales softly.]
I wish I would have known before I saw the sign up sheet.
I was agoraphobic back home, too. I...spent three years without leaving the building I own, while I was being blackmailed and tormented by a villain known as the Black Note. I was afraid that if I went out, he'd blow the whole building up, and everything I'd worked for would be gone.
It's...why I understand maybe just a tiny bit about you and the SQUIP. Dealing with some monster no one else can see or hear, feeling completely trapped. I get that, alright?
[He lets out his own heavy sigh.]
Rich, I'm not telling you--hell, not even asking you--to never go on an excursion. But please tell me to my face that you're going. That's what hurt me the most, that you didn't even tell me.
[Rich listens quietly, and inhales sharply when he realizes... ah. This was why Johnny had looked so ill, when César was going over what Rich had gone through. He winces with empathy, a hand reaching up to rub at his neck, at that certain spot behind his ear that most of his facial scarring stems from.]
It's... pretty similar. I'll admit that. And I can understand why it'd mess you up, going through that. Seeing people leave... you get scared that you won't see them come back, right?
[Maybe that's Rich's own fears talking, though. He shakes his head and looks down at the crumpled blanket covering him.]
...I had no idea how I was going to tell you. I knew you were gonna lecture me, or stop me from going. A-And I really don't even know how to explain why I went, so of course you would have said there was no excuse for me to go. And just...
[He swallows hard around a traitorous lump forming in his throat.]
I didn't want to see you worried. It felt... too fast. Too soon. I'm not good at this kind of thing... at really connecting with people, you know? [He taps the side of his head.] SQUIP's done everything for me for so long, and it knew how to keep people at arm's length.
I don't know how to do that... or even if I really want to.
If I'm being honest, I'm scared. I mean, yeah, I'm always scared. But with you, my big worry is that I want to see myself in you. I don't want to project my own experiences onto you and not end up seeing you for yourself. Because the person you are is someone who I do want to get to know. If you'll let me.
Please?
[That last word comes out really softly, as he looks over at Rich. As if it's very much an actual question, because it is. He's not going to force anything here.
But let's be honest, he kind of cherishes this family they're building, in whatever form it takes.]
[Rich turns to look at Johnny, and oh, that was a mistake. He feels himself frozen in place as Johnny softly makes his case, as he searches genuinely for that connection Rich has been so very afraid of admitting he feels. His breath hitches a bit, but he just can't turn away.
Someone is looking at him. Someone is seeing him, and trying to see the person Rich really is. Not who he expects or wants him to be. He can feel his eyes prickle, and god damn it, of course he can't stop the tears now that he's noticed them.]
You... really want to know me? You aren't scared... of who I'll be?
I-I don't want to disappoint you. And I'm probably gonna again.
And I'm probably going to screw up again, too. I don't know anything about young people, and especially young people in your time.
I'm not perfect. You're not perfect. Watson's not perfect, and nor is César. They're amazing, truly, but none of us is perfect. We just need to be able to deal with one another in good faith.
[He reaches into his pocket, coming up with a handkerchief that he offers Rich.]
It's like dancing in the dark. We've got to learn where everyone's toes are, in order to not step on them. Does that make sense?
Like I know anything about adults. Adults who, you know, don't think the worst of me.
[And Johnny doesn't. Watson and César don't. It feels like this has to be some sort of dream, but he's crying too hard for that to be the case right now. He waves a hand to dismiss Johnny's handkerchief, laughing in between his sobs.]
No, no. I'm all snotty and gross and I'm gonna get that all gross too. I can step on your toes, sure, but I'm not wrecking your fancy suit accessories.
[He stands, walks over to the bathroom, and returns with a whole roll of toilet paper, sitting closer to the crying lad this time. You know, in hugging range.]
Though you know that's the whole purpose of handkerchiefs, right? They wash clean when you get them snotty and gross. And so does the rest of me.
[Rich doesn't reach out just yet, though he does snatch up the toilet paper roll, tearing large sheets off of it to scrub at his eyes. He offers a wobbly sort of smile at Johnny and shakes his head.]
Nah. I'm too old to be getting you snotty, right? I... I should be fine. I can deal with this.
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:02 am (UTC)you genuinely think youre the problem here?
i told you before johnny, i'm not a good person
or if i was, that part of me is dead and gone now
i dont even know when i'm screwing up, it just happens all the time
[In his room, he huddles under the covers, so hopefully César doesn't come in and notice him near tears.]
its best to cut me off now before i do something else i didnt know was a problem, okay?
good luck with the guys
theyre really lucky to have you
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:07 am (UTC)Can we try this face-to-face? I'm better when I get to hear tone and see facial expressions.
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:12 am (UTC)the door's open and everything
[And he's just here. Being a blanket burrito.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:21 am (UTC)Rich? It's me. Can I come in?
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:25 am (UTC)[That is sort of an answer, but if Johnny still doesn't come in, he eventually groans and lifts his head from the pillow to shout for him to come in.
Either way, once Johnny comes in, he's on his bed, body covered entirely by his blanket and face pressed into his pillow so the only thing the man can really make out of him is his dyed hair poking out.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:32 am (UTC)César keeps chocolate in the drawer of the nightstand, want me to grab you a bar?
[There's also Midol in that same drawer for when Johnny stays over, but Johnny's not sure if he's just reading into that posture and groan and projecting or not.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:37 am (UTC)You're not going to make any assumptions about why I need this right now.
[Still glowering, he pokes the chocolate out from under the covers (how did he unwrap that in that position?) and snaps off a piece with his teeth.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:42 am (UTC)[Johnny sits on the edge of the bed, and puts a hand on top of the blanket burrito lightly, and waits for Rich. Either for him to finish eating or to say something. His expression is polite mild concern.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:49 am (UTC)[Probably very little of that made sense to Johnny, but hey, that's easier for Rich to talk about than whatever the context of his text messages was. At least he does slowly sit up to look at Johnny properly.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:52 am (UTC)You were being held hostage in your own head. That sucks.
[Excuse his use of the modern vernacular.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 01:57 am (UTC)It did suck. It's over now, at least. And I don't have to let anyone control me anymore.
[The way he speaks carries a note of finality. The SQUIP is gone, and his various issues should have disappeared along with it. Unfortunately, it's obvious to him that it isn't that easy now. There's too much about him that's just inherently broken now, and Johnny has seen that clearly.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 02:01 am (UTC)Is that how it works? You'll have to teach me; I still have nightmares sometimes about the guy who was controlling me.
Not the point, though.
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Date: 2022-06-16 02:57 am (UTC)...It's not how it works. I know that much. I still have nightmares too, and... and I know I lash out at people who care about me because of it. Because of what it told me.
[Because she had always been the only one who cared. The idea of anyone else even trying to take her spot is...
Scary.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 04:08 am (UTC)Do you know why I didn't sign up for the excursion? Why I wasn't there to support Watson--and you?
[It feels important to explain this, to show some of his own vulnerability. To make sure Rich realizes just how imperfect a man he is.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 04:20 am (UTC)[Really, if Rich had some impulse control, he wouldn't have signed up either.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 04:29 am (UTC)I did assume it'd be dangerous. I still would have gone, if I could have brought myself to. I have agoraphobia. The idea of leaving the ship right now fills me with a deep dread. Hell, during the last excursion, I couldn't even bring myself to leave the cabin while the battle royale was on the TV. César had to run to get me meals because I was stuck.
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Date: 2022-06-16 05:12 am (UTC)[And he does sound it, looking over at Johnny with a sympathetic expression.]
I mean, if it helps, I don't blame you at all for needing to cope like this. This is a really traumatic situation for anyone, and we all are going to have different ways of handling it... And I mean, after the way César found me, I'm not going to judge you.
[He exhales softly.]
I wish I would have known before I saw the sign up sheet.
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Date: 2022-06-16 05:25 am (UTC)It's...why I understand maybe just a tiny bit about you and the SQUIP. Dealing with some monster no one else can see or hear, feeling completely trapped. I get that, alright?
[He lets out his own heavy sigh.]
Rich, I'm not telling you--hell, not even asking you--to never go on an excursion. But please tell me to my face that you're going. That's what hurt me the most, that you didn't even tell me.
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Date: 2022-06-16 06:37 pm (UTC)It's... pretty similar. I'll admit that. And I can understand why it'd mess you up, going through that. Seeing people leave... you get scared that you won't see them come back, right?
[Maybe that's Rich's own fears talking, though. He shakes his head and looks down at the crumpled blanket covering him.]
...I had no idea how I was going to tell you. I knew you were gonna lecture me, or stop me from going. A-And I really don't even know how to explain why I went, so of course you would have said there was no excuse for me to go. And just...
[He swallows hard around a traitorous lump forming in his throat.]
I didn't want to see you worried. It felt... too fast. Too soon. I'm not good at this kind of thing... at really connecting with people, you know? [He taps the side of his head.] SQUIP's done everything for me for so long, and it knew how to keep people at arm's length.
I don't know how to do that... or even if I really want to.
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Date: 2022-06-16 07:49 pm (UTC)Please?
[That last word comes out really softly, as he looks over at Rich. As if it's very much an actual question, because it is. He's not going to force anything here.
But let's be honest, he kind of cherishes this family they're building, in whatever form it takes.]
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Date: 2022-06-16 07:56 pm (UTC)Someone is looking at him. Someone is seeing him, and trying to see the person Rich really is. Not who he expects or wants him to be. He can feel his eyes prickle, and god damn it, of course he can't stop the tears now that he's noticed them.]
You... really want to know me? You aren't scared... of who I'll be?
I-I don't want to disappoint you. And I'm probably gonna again.
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Date: 2022-06-16 08:04 pm (UTC)I'm not perfect. You're not perfect. Watson's not perfect, and nor is César. They're amazing, truly, but none of us is perfect. We just need to be able to deal with one another in good faith.
[He reaches into his pocket, coming up with a handkerchief that he offers Rich.]
It's like dancing in the dark. We've got to learn where everyone's toes are, in order to not step on them. Does that make sense?
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Date: 2022-06-16 08:14 pm (UTC)[And Johnny doesn't. Watson and César don't. It feels like this has to be some sort of dream, but he's crying too hard for that to be the case right now. He waves a hand to dismiss Johnny's handkerchief, laughing in between his sobs.]
No, no. I'm all snotty and gross and I'm gonna get that all gross too. I can step on your toes, sure, but I'm not wrecking your fancy suit accessories.
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Date: 2022-06-16 09:19 pm (UTC)[He stands, walks over to the bathroom, and returns with a whole roll of toilet paper, sitting closer to the crying lad this time. You know, in hugging range.]
Though you know that's the whole purpose of handkerchiefs, right? They wash clean when you get them snotty and gross. And so does the rest of me.
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Date: 2022-06-17 02:42 am (UTC)Nah. I'm too old to be getting you snotty, right? I... I should be fine. I can deal with this.
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