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Robert Small [ "knife dad" ] ([personal profile] fourknives) wrote in [community profile] herbgarden2017-07-28 04:17 pm

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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-31 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[...Ouch. Joseph's a good actor, but the flinch that echoes through him is real. His shoulders tense, his entire face slackens with surprised pain, and he looks away, charisma charm temporarily disabled.

Don't engage. Change the subject. Move it along.

I never lied to you about how I felt, Robert.

[It sticks to his throat, but evidently not enough to stay unspoken. Joseph looks back up, meeting Robert's stare. He swallows but stays firm, sitting up straighter. He can't quite think about how to make this about Mary, to switch away from this track. He's too focused on them and their shared pain.]
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joseph 'how dare you bring up my wife while you're my side hoe' christiansen, reporting for duty

[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-07-31 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I came here to talk about how to help someone I care about, Robert.

[Ambiguity. Potential double-talk. It's the only tool Joseph reliably has going for him right now.

Joseph swallows down some glass-shaped reservations about having come over, carefully tries to shelve his pain behind the drink he returns to. After a few swallows, he puts the cup down on the table. It's mostly gone, by now, the lime capsized into the ice.

I'm perfectly happy to leave the pain behind us and just live in the moment, for tonight.

[Isn't that what you just asked for, Robert? He's the one who keeps alluding to past pain, and now he's accusing Joseph of wanting to talk about that pain - not true at all. Let Joseph steer this towards calmer waters, Robert. Let Joseph take care of the mood.]
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-08-01 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
I care about other people, Robert.

[Joseph doesn't just believe that - it's true. His eyes go wide at the insinuation, again momentarily losing his control over himself. The hurt is real and tender, two vulnerable heartbeats passing before Joseph glances away to regather himself.

The alcohol might be helping him feel bolder about being inside Robert's house, but it isn't helping Joseph stay unmoved by what the owner has to say.

I'm not alone in struggling with how to...convey that to others, though.

[Is he, Robert.

His face still pointed at the table, Joseph's eyes come up to look at Robert. Carefully, shaded by his eyelashes, he watches him.

It's nice, being this close. Being able to see him in person.
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[personal profile] margaritadad 2017-08-07 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joseph's pulse goes up immediately. Adrenaline hits like a wall, and Joseph's never been good at acting unaffected by other people's-- intensity. He always wants it - wants to cause it, wants to see it. Wants to be the epicenter of someone else's loss of control.

His hand is on Robert's quicker than considering it. Joseph's too drunk to worry about tomorrow. He's always wanted to be able to lose himself in now, and alcohol just makes that easier.

'...the only person you really care about is yourself.'

Dammit, Robert. [Robert's wrist is about the same size as his own. Here, both of them stretched and crouched across the table, they're about the same height. Joseph smells tequila on Robert's breath and wants to taste it.

Joseph's other hand goes up, grips the point where Robert's neck and shoulder connect with bruising force.
] Why do you think I wanted to see you? You know I care about you.