Post by Pyro on Jan 5, 2007 11:52:20 GMT
< Now th’ Anti Mushiness System’s all broken?
The way she backs away from the question, tries to copy the *playful* thing, makes him sort of grateful he manages, for once, to think of better of just replying with the sure, along with everything else that wants to come out… because it’s not true (can’t be; he’s fine. Really), and because this isn’t meant to be about him any more… and, of course, because the whole *broken* thing is a minefield at the moment with the Bob situation and her latest crisis…
Keeping up with her explanation, short though it is, taints the imposed cheeriness with something nearer a frown because… huh. First off, it doesn’t make much sense, and he has to cut his blether – ”Can that even happen? Psykes ‘dying’? Because they’re not really alive….” – because it’s obviously not going to help at all, and in any case he’s got no place questioning it because as far as she’s concerned (and really, the playing field being her mind and all, that should be all that matters) it clearly has, somehow, happened… and regardless of whether they’re not really there to the rest of the world she’s kinda cut up as if they were. (Part of him agrees that they’d have to be, because accepting that something not real could’ve possessed her the way fragments did way back when is just a step too far…). After that there’s the perfectly rational stab of oh shit realisation at just what they’ve been playing with – that she could make someone ‘not wake up’ – which of course has always been there in the background, given the thing with Cor-Con-Cod… thingy, and with Logan before she ran away the first time… but somehow admitting to it that explicitly makes it harder to ignore.
If anything it’s the last part – about how it’s too empty – that makes the most sense, despite being the most obvious admission of something less than sanity. She always did have that ‘little soul in a big world’ thing going on, even before she shrunk back the way she seems to have done… and given who she had in there (all that mock-complaining about mini!John bugging her coming back to haunt them now, of course) it would, of course, be weirdly quiet without them around… not that he can pretend to understand how any of that works, what exactly it was like having them in there despite having had her try and explain it time and time again… but yeah, that much even he can grasp.
And he’s… kinda stumped as to what exactly he can say, because finding the Brightside never did come easily, and this would probably defy the most insanely hopeless of optimists. Doing something, that he can handle, but the whole *saying the right thing* never really works out all that well…
Full marks for trying though, sitting back up, not looking at her because she’s off away from eye contact and doesn’t need the pressure of eyes when she’s this fragile, just shifting back so it’s *close* rather than just *next* to her, one hand snaking almost unconsciously so it’s not exactly hugging her, more sort of resting almost incidentally behind the hip furthest from him. ”Can’t all be bad, though, getting that headspace back from the disreputable bastards who’d moved in... if nothing else, a 24/7 yack-track from mini-me would’ve driven you insane eventually.” And it’s bullshit, and he knows it and makes no attempt to apologise for it, just lets it hang there, almost daring her to contradict because, well, he’s John and he usually sorts these things out (truth be told more by accident, luck and sheer brainless balls than any real plan… but why let minor details tear down that imperfect pedestal?)... and he should really shut up, but the blank space is just begging to be filled with words, and (god help him) he's on his way back to flippancy again. "Now you've got a clean slate you can bring in some sorta quality control... only rent brain cells to the sane and well-adjusted..."
The way she backs away from the question, tries to copy the *playful* thing, makes him sort of grateful he manages, for once, to think of better of just replying with the sure, along with everything else that wants to come out… because it’s not true (can’t be; he’s fine. Really), and because this isn’t meant to be about him any more… and, of course, because the whole *broken* thing is a minefield at the moment with the Bob situation and her latest crisis…
Keeping up with her explanation, short though it is, taints the imposed cheeriness with something nearer a frown because… huh. First off, it doesn’t make much sense, and he has to cut his blether – ”Can that even happen? Psykes ‘dying’? Because they’re not really alive….” – because it’s obviously not going to help at all, and in any case he’s got no place questioning it because as far as she’s concerned (and really, the playing field being her mind and all, that should be all that matters) it clearly has, somehow, happened… and regardless of whether they’re not really there to the rest of the world she’s kinda cut up as if they were. (Part of him agrees that they’d have to be, because accepting that something not real could’ve possessed her the way fragments did way back when is just a step too far…). After that there’s the perfectly rational stab of oh shit realisation at just what they’ve been playing with – that she could make someone ‘not wake up’ – which of course has always been there in the background, given the thing with Cor-Con-Cod… thingy, and with Logan before she ran away the first time… but somehow admitting to it that explicitly makes it harder to ignore.
If anything it’s the last part – about how it’s too empty – that makes the most sense, despite being the most obvious admission of something less than sanity. She always did have that ‘little soul in a big world’ thing going on, even before she shrunk back the way she seems to have done… and given who she had in there (all that mock-complaining about mini!John bugging her coming back to haunt them now, of course) it would, of course, be weirdly quiet without them around… not that he can pretend to understand how any of that works, what exactly it was like having them in there despite having had her try and explain it time and time again… but yeah, that much even he can grasp.
And he’s… kinda stumped as to what exactly he can say, because finding the Brightside never did come easily, and this would probably defy the most insanely hopeless of optimists. Doing something, that he can handle, but the whole *saying the right thing* never really works out all that well…
Full marks for trying though, sitting back up, not looking at her because she’s off away from eye contact and doesn’t need the pressure of eyes when she’s this fragile, just shifting back so it’s *close* rather than just *next* to her, one hand snaking almost unconsciously so it’s not exactly hugging her, more sort of resting almost incidentally behind the hip furthest from him. ”Can’t all be bad, though, getting that headspace back from the disreputable bastards who’d moved in... if nothing else, a 24/7 yack-track from mini-me would’ve driven you insane eventually.” And it’s bullshit, and he knows it and makes no attempt to apologise for it, just lets it hang there, almost daring her to contradict because, well, he’s John and he usually sorts these things out (truth be told more by accident, luck and sheer brainless balls than any real plan… but why let minor details tear down that imperfect pedestal?)... and he should really shut up, but the blank space is just begging to be filled with words, and (god help him) he's on his way back to flippancy again. "Now you've got a clean slate you can bring in some sorta quality control... only rent brain cells to the sane and well-adjusted..."
