(on one hand, he's far less spitfire in person; he wants to be angry. on the other, it seems like the rational thing to do. why is it so difficult to choose something that seems so basic?)
[ Sasuke reads it as a non-answer, a simple default in his mind to a "no". Fair enough, though to address Jonas's concerns after being told not to put him down presents him with a unique challenge. ]
I do believe that you're naive in some respects, and I believe your standards are low for friendship. I'm not saying it to insult you.
(pitches his hammer down, sick of working himself to death. he's done, and if they want to give him rude looks or tell him he hasn't been doing enough for the cause? they can go fuck themselves.)
[ He could argue the point, but it would defeat his purpose and he'd be fighting without facts. Besides, how equipped are they to judge each other thus far, truly? ]
I've offered, your response is what I'm waiting for.
I'm east of camp, on the ridge overlooking the forest past the boulder.
I answered, you just can't read people's tones in text messages.
(a petty goodbye, turning his face to the east with an explosive sigh. he doesn't want to do this, but he still likes sasuke. why can't one thing go right for them?
he arrives a few minutes later, stopping short at the boulder to stare down the bank of the ridge. there's a bizarre thought on his mind when he spots sasuke there, realizing he half-expected him to have lied and left.)
[ He clicks his tongue at the clapback, deciding he deserved that one. Fair enough, and something for him to work on.
Sasuke's still in the middle of rereading their conversation when Jonas arrives, head lifting for a glance back at him. He's seated near the edge, purposeful in how he angles his body as to keep his hand well out of sight. They don't need distractions, and it counts as one. ]
Jonas. [ A quiet greeting, eyes lowering to the spot next to him in wordless invitation before he turns his gaze back out at the landscape before them. ]
(takes him up on the offer, lapsing into a short silence.
everything about it is strange, but it's obvious that sasuke isn't used to the company of others. he's been all over the board with communication, at once too honest and too vague. saying that aloud would make him a hypocrite, though, when he hasn't been forthcoming himself.)
It's fine. (it is and isn't, neither of them planning on dropping the matter so quickly.) It's not your fault it came out that way... I know that, but it doesn't make hearing it any less crappy.
[ He avoids looking at him again, unwilling to accept that anything is fine and that anything isn't his fault. Jonas had come across more blunt and agitated via text; should they have stuck to that format?
No... this is better. ]
The emotions are my fault, as was their misdirection. I'm not angry at you, Jonas, and I wasn't then either.
See, you think I don't know. And I do. (tiredly, knowing it's a simple explanation but one he capitalizes on to better convey his point however briefly it was touched on.) ... but you're here trying to work through it with me and... I don't know. That means something to me.
(despite the harsh words that sit on his shoulders like weights. they'll needle at him little by little unless he airs them out.
the tree line is black in spots, but the rest hide their infection well.)
What do you want to do? Like, if I'm... a source of stress or somethingβΒ (unable to finish, not at all sure of his own direction.)
I don't mean to imply that you hadn't suspected as much, it's merely that... [ He trails off, losing his words in a brief moment that betrays his lack of comfort with the conversation. His lack of familiarity. ]
I don't want to leave room for ambiguity or misunderstanding.
What I do want is for us to continue speaking and supporting one another as we have, this is just a new situation for me. And it isn't a decision that can be made by one person alone.
(letting that stew a moment before finally looking over at him. sasuke's eyes are averted and his expression seems drawn, yet everything he's saying now sounds unguardedly sincere.
jonas knows how typical it is of him to hesitate and back down, but the transgression wasn't unforgivable.)
An argument here and there isn't gonna' ruin anything, I don't think... just so long as we communicate the way we are now. (lifts a hand to drop it onto his shoulder, a repeat of the physical gesture he made by the bonfire weeks ago.) We get on pretty well together, so let's keep it up.
Got any hangups about me you wanna' get off your chest, or... I don't know, anything I can clarify for you?
[ The touch jerks him from his stupor a moment before it lands, catching the movement out of the corner of his eye. Just like that? Another show of affection, simple, and yet enough to get him to immediately tense up beneath it? ]
You're-- [ That shoulder lifts slightly before he forces himself to settle, aware of how apt an illustration this is of just what he wants to bring up. ]
Why are you accepting and forgiving so quickly? You were slow to accept this place, and yet with me after repeated signs and warnings you're still here acting like this. No further demands or accusations or questions.
(doesn't let the hand linger, not after the stiffening sasuke does beneath it. he's gotten his point across, but maybe it's too soon for affection jonas would consider ordinary. they're not from the same world and that'll be important to remember moving forward.
does have to sniff at the questions though, skin beneath his eyes creasing when he looks down. they're still bruised from sleeplessness, nightmares from the leyline keeping him placid.) Well, you're the one who called me desperate. Maybe I have low standards. (there's an edge to it that's not quite as joking as he'd like it to be.)
... you called me a couple names, man. It's not the end of the world. If I called you an ignorant asshole with self-esteem issues, what would you do? Tell me to go to hell and never speak to me again?
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Jonas.
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I'm dissatisfied. Are you going to give me an update?
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I'm not being coy here. You clearly don't want me around, or so your angry subconscious told me. So why would I answer?
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I think you can do better than to be around me. It doesn't mean I don't want to ensure you're healthy.
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If you want to be my friend, say so. If you don't, say so. I'm really done getting jerked around by people.
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I also don't know what "lmao" means.
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And your own hilarious opinion of me.
You think I'm a naive, desperate, selfish dumb-ass. Don't you. You implied as much.
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Would you prefer to discuss this in person?
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Do not put me down again.
(as close to an agreement as he's going to get.)
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I do believe that you're naive in some respects, and I believe your standards are low for friendship. I'm not saying it to insult you.
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Whatever. Are we meeting up or not?
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I've offered, your response is what I'm waiting for.
I'm east of camp, on the ridge overlooking the forest past the boulder.
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(a petty goodbye, turning his face to the east with an explosive sigh. he doesn't want to do this, but he still likes sasuke. why can't one thing go right for them?
he arrives a few minutes later, stopping short at the boulder to stare down the bank of the ridge. there's a bizarre thought on his mind when he spots sasuke there, realizing he half-expected him to have lied and left.)
Hey.
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Sasuke's still in the middle of rereading their conversation when Jonas arrives, head lifting for a glance back at him. He's seated near the edge, purposeful in how he angles his body as to keep his hand well out of sight. They don't need distractions, and it counts as one. ]
Jonas. [ A quiet greeting, eyes lowering to the spot next to him in wordless invitation before he turns his gaze back out at the landscape before them. ]
... I treated you badly. I'm sorry.
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everything about it is strange, but it's obvious that sasuke isn't used to the company of others. he's been all over the board with communication, at once too honest and too vague. saying that aloud would make him a hypocrite, though, when he hasn't been forthcoming himself.)
It's fine. (it is and isn't, neither of them planning on dropping the matter so quickly.) It's not your fault it came out that way... I know that, but it doesn't make hearing it any less crappy.
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No... this is better. ]
The emotions are my fault, as was their misdirection. I'm not angry at you, Jonas, and I wasn't then either.
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(despite the harsh words that sit on his shoulders like weights. they'll needle at him little by little unless he airs them out.
the tree line is black in spots, but the rest hide their infection well.)
What do you want to do? Like, if I'm... a source of stress or somethingβΒ (unable to finish, not at all sure of his own direction.)
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I don't want to leave room for ambiguity or misunderstanding.
What I do want is for us to continue speaking and supporting one another as we have, this is just a new situation for me. And it isn't a decision that can be made by one person alone.
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jonas knows how typical it is of him to hesitate and back down, but the transgression wasn't unforgivable.)
An argument here and there isn't gonna' ruin anything, I don't think... just so long as we communicate the way we are now. (lifts a hand to drop it onto his shoulder, a repeat of the physical gesture he made by the bonfire weeks ago.) We get on pretty well together, so let's keep it up.
Got any hangups about me you wanna' get off your chest, or... I don't know, anything I can clarify for you?
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You're-- [ That shoulder lifts slightly before he forces himself to settle, aware of how apt an illustration this is of just what he wants to bring up. ]
Why are you accepting and forgiving so quickly? You were slow to accept this place, and yet with me after repeated signs and warnings you're still here acting like this. No further demands or accusations or questions.
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does have to sniff at the questions though, skin beneath his eyes creasing when he looks down. they're still bruised from sleeplessness, nightmares from the leyline keeping him placid.) Well, you're the one who called me desperate. Maybe I have low standards. (there's an edge to it that's not quite as joking as he'd like it to be.)
... you called me a couple names, man. It's not the end of the world. If I called you an ignorant asshole with self-esteem issues, what would you do? Tell me to go to hell and never speak to me again?
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