[for rian]

Apr. 13th, 2015 09:30 pm
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Wren is kind of a teenager when it comes to processing emotions sometimes, complete with flopping on the couch. Where it comes to exes (The Ex, there's only really the one and he's an ex-everything, as Wren tried to explain in spelled out sign language once to Hana), there's no exception there, just more dancing around the subject. He fights it, hides himself in music, makes faces at Hana who gives him a look like he's being a little stupid that doesn't make him feel like it. (Apologizes to Hana for talking about his ex. Gets looked at like he's being a little stupid.)

But after the - whole mummy thing - the gut reaction to Rian in danger, in maybe danger, it's running in his veins. They've got to talk. There's got to be some middle ground. They're not the naive children they were once upon a time, they know better than to expect fantasies about each other, and that means acting like it.

So he leaves a terse message on Rian's machine, and a weird text conversation later he's sitting at Quill watching the colors of coffee and milk swirl into each other and waiting, and thinking.

Date: 2015-04-14 05:22 pm (UTC)
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"It's not all right," he agrees. Even at his most resentful, his most selfish, he knows that he doesn't even know the girl. He's jealous, always has been, and recognizing that it why he's the one at fault is a bitter pill indeed. "It was a shit thing to say about someone who had no part in our fuck up."

He wasn't altruistic enough to say that everything with Enfants was all on him; they'd both thrown meat into that pot.

"Would've been like you going after Sophie." And there are things to say there. Rian tells the. To himself regularly; he'd been a fool for trying to play house and marrying Robin, but to that end Sophie was the result, not the cause.

"I never liked fighting with you..." No that was a lie. He'd taken plenty of sick satisfaction in those last years, finding just the right cruel words to hurt him, but he hadn't liked it. Sought it, wanted it, but never liked it. "These days it seems like the only thing I know how to do."

Date: 2015-04-14 06:01 pm (UTC)
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He allows himself a small laugh at that. From what little he knows of her, Hana is sweet and well-liked in town, but with a core of industrial steel. In a way, it almost makes sense that Wren's drawn to her.

It's easier, too, to be cruel, to learn how to fire back viciously. It's why they'd both been so good at it; the better they knew each other, the easier it was to jab into to soft spots that hurt the most.

"What, just shook hands, called a truce, and started over?" Rian smiles thinly. In theory, the idea sounds lovely but they know each other too well to just drop everything and make up. That's what had ruined them with Enfants: always making up by pretending they didn't have any problems.

"I'd like to start over. This town's no that big...but God, Ren," it's a subtle difference in pronunciation, lacking the rolled 'r' that indicates his nickname. It's as nuanced and intimate as Ri instead of Rian. "We're assholes sometimes."

Date: 2015-04-15 03:36 am (UTC)
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"Why the hell did we meet over caffeine? I need to be drunk for this conversation," Rian says. He smiles ruefully and shakes his head because they both know this is a conversation that needs to be had while sober, serious.

"I don't want to go from you being everything to you and then be nothing at all. I don't imagine you want to do that either." He hopes so at least. "But I don't know how to not look at you and burn. I mean...we always did that, you know? Burned bright and fast." And then burned out.

They need to figure out how to do things evenly, moderately. They've always been shit at that.

"But I do want to figure this out."

And say it. God he needs to just say it.

"And apologize for what I said. That's what I should say first."

Date: 2015-04-15 06:16 pm (UTC)
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Rian raises an eyebrow right back, silently reminding Wren of why they aren't drinking now. He takes in the way that Wren's hands tighten, the threat of a frown on his face, and Rian takes a deep breath. The first part needs to come first. "I'm sorry I was a shithead and called your gi--Hana--I'm sorry I said what I said about Hana. I'd no right and it was a shitty thing to do."

Swallowing his pride has never looked good on Rian, but for Wren, for who they were, he's got to try.

"And if you teach me the sign language to say I'm sorry, I'll pass the message on to her as well."

So, hopefully, that's step one.

Date: 2015-04-16 01:50 am (UTC)
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"It's not all right," he says, because he knows Wren that well, at least. "But thanks."

Rian closes a fist over his heart to replicate the gesture. It's a good one, he thinks. Like rubbing your heart in sympathy or trying to send something back to make up for what's going on. It's tactile and visceral; he likes it.

"I'm sorry too."

Date: 2015-04-16 06:43 pm (UTC)
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It feels a lot better than he expects it to when Wren forgives him. It's not forgiveness for everything, but it's a start. The door it leaves wide open is a bit harder though.

"I guess we try and live in this town and be neighborly and do our very best not to kill each other," Rian suggests, somewhere in the middle between humor and sincerity.

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