[That was. Too loud. Too loud and too much. Realizing how stupidly vulnerable that is, his teeth practically click with how fast he shuts his mouth. There's a stretch of silence and then;]
Look, I don't know anything, okay? About anything! You're right, I'm wrong, "ha ha" have a laugh about it.
[Fearless doesn't even flinch at being yelled at, but he does squint—]
What—
[Fearless shakes his head, huffing out steam through his nostrils, holding out his hand as if to tell Idia to stuff it. He knows he can't handle this the way he handles everything with Vicious.
The only problem is, he... doesn't actually know how else to handle it.]
I'm not here to laugh at you. I'm trying to keep you from making a mistake.
[Oh. Idia's defensive stance slips, evening out into something... open. Sympathetic. If there's one thing he understands, it's being left. If there's another thing he understands, it's picking up the pieces. Idia's eyes follow him, watching the slope of Fearless' shoulders change and shift, his expression feel through the memory. It's familiar in a way that's raw, tender.
If and when Fearless looks back at him, Idia has turned his gaze away. Eyes fixed on the carpet.]
Not much of a genius.
[That was supposed to be a thought, but there it is out in the open. Fine. Whatever. It's true. He's quiet for a stretch. Then;]
[Fearless is quiet for a moment, just standing in place. He tries to gather his thoughts, to not seem inarticulate in front of— well, anyone, because pretty much anyone is more well-educated than he.
He gestures like he's about to start talking again once— twice— a sigh.]
Probably,
[It's a bit quiet. Is he unsure? No, there's something else to it.]
Shit good it does realizing it once he's gone, though.
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Why would I need to talk about this with you?
[Even when he's talking with strangers anonymously on the internet he's got 5 layers of security in place and is still on edge about the topic.]
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...You don't. You don't need to talk about this with me.
But you should talk about it with her.
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[He cuts himself off. Idia doesn't want to talk about this; his shell is too rigid for that.
His gaze falls to the floor, looking like he's working through some problem in his head.]
Don't act like that wouldn't just make it worse.
[He's running the scenarios nightly, the outlook is not great.]
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You're worried about making it worse?
Do you even know what worse is?
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[That was. Too loud. Too loud and too much. Realizing how stupidly vulnerable that is, his teeth practically click with how fast he shuts his mouth. There's a stretch of silence and then;]
Look, I don't know anything, okay? About anything! You're right, I'm wrong, "ha ha" have a laugh about it.
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What—
[Fearless shakes his head, huffing out steam through his nostrils, holding out his hand as if to tell Idia to stuff it. He knows he can't handle this the way he handles everything with Vicious.
The only problem is, he... doesn't actually know how else to handle it.]
I'm not here to laugh at you. I'm trying to keep you from making a mistake.
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[Obviously the best preventative measure is avoidance. You can't make a mistake if you don't do anything.]
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Fine. You're right. I don't know what you're thinking, or doing...
We all know I'm not the 'genius'.
[Fearless turns away from Idia, starting to pace, slow and careful.]
But there are people who were here before you even showed up, who got sorted out before you even had the chance to meet 'em.
Before the rest of us even had a chance to say goodbye.
All I'm saying is, you don't know if she's ever gonna be the next one to disappear, and you're the one left behind wondering what could have been.
I didn't get a warning when it was Anthony.
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If and when Fearless looks back at him, Idia has turned his gaze away. Eyes fixed on the carpet.]
Not much of a genius.
[That was supposed to be a thought, but there it is out in the open. Fine. Whatever. It's true. He's quiet for a stretch. Then;]
... You loved that guy, huh?
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He gestures like he's about to start talking again once— twice— a sigh.]
Probably,
[It's a bit quiet. Is he unsure? No, there's something else to it.]
Shit good it does realizing it once he's gone, though.