[ wash is quite comfortable in the silence, happy to let the man think, and when d'artagnan does answer, he waves his hand slightly by way of dismissing that apologetic tone, the look in his eyes. he doesn't mind this at all, and he'd expected that his own reasons wouldn't resonate with d'artagnan. everyone's different, and wash's own peculiarities have evolved over time out of his own specific circumstances. ]
I feel like if you were going to find any purpose in it? You'd find it from talking to her. [ a pause, a tip his head. ] But maybe you won't. It's always possible to play with the parameters of things, more restrictive, less restrictive, something in between -- but it also just might not be for you.
[It should've been an obvious conclusion, but D'Artagnan doesn't often find those, taking a more convoluted path that to him had seemed the easiest until he'd found himself in the midst of it and without direction. It's not uncommon. Something about this, his admission, feels like defeat all the same. He pushes himself up off the couch, and doesn't regard the ropes again, ignoring the table.]
I've not found this unhelpful, you understand. I do appreciate your insight and allowing me to see what it's brought you personally. There are complications and individual aspects I'd not fully considered or comprehended thoroughly. I'm uncertain how this will... end, for me, but trust I will endeavour to speak with you again should I proceed and wish for... more practical instruction.
[ wash doesn't move to stop d'artagnan from standing, but in his mind's eye -- he sees him sitting on the couch, turning his face away, fingers twisting into each other. the sound of his voice, deathly quiet, barely anything above a whisper, a quiet thank you. wash still doesn't know him, doesn't want to presume anything, but it just would seem remiss for him to not at least touch at it, hopefully without coming across like someone giving unwanted advice for something he probably doesn't know enough about to even begin to understand. ]
You know -- the memory thing is a bit of a living hell. But most people who hear about it won't realize that, or even consider how much it might change how I see things. To most, it's just kind of a party trick that they'll forget about.
So I appreciated that.
[ that's what wash arrives at: instead of bringing up whatever vulnerability that d'artagnan had shown in that moment, just a touch of his own. d'artagnan had cut surprisingly close to a lot of what wash grapples with, and from very little, had demonstrated an understanding of what that might do to him. and wash may not have been driven to tears for it, but he noticed and appreciated it. whatever solace wash had been able to offer for him in that moment to bring such a strong response, wash had gotten something out of talking to him, too.
but that's enough. they don't need to linger. he just wants to make sure there's an open door: ]
If you'd like to talk more sometime, you how to find me.
[ not just about rope or motorcycles or government buildings, but hey. those things too. ]
[He's not expecting anything further, and hearkening back to that has him looking at Wash directly again, not capable of the same penetrating gaze, nor would he issue it, but clearly paying attention to the words and giving them weight. His eyebrows knit together slightly, as to D'Artagnan, that was the most obvious conclusion, a hell and far from a party trick. He nods in acknowledgement of that statement. The offer to speak to him is taken an intended, about other things, things that he'd not meant to touch on perhaps, or hadn't meant to have connections with. In that, he can't see this meeting wasn't unhelpful even apart from the crux of it, in a way Wash might have gathered, D'Artagnan suspects, because he'd never been a man who could hide his feelings easily, and never had he felt something without some level of intensity to it.]
Of course. Know I offer that to you as well.
[The man doesn't seem he needs it, but if most people dismiss the harsher realities of his ability or what he's revealed of his past, it can't hurt to state he'd be similarly willing to listen.]
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I feel like if you were going to find any purpose in it? You'd find it from talking to her. [ a pause, a tip his head. ] But maybe you won't. It's always possible to play with the parameters of things, more restrictive, less restrictive, something in between -- but it also just might not be for you.
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[It should've been an obvious conclusion, but D'Artagnan doesn't often find those, taking a more convoluted path that to him had seemed the easiest until he'd found himself in the midst of it and without direction. It's not uncommon. Something about this, his admission, feels like defeat all the same. He pushes himself up off the couch, and doesn't regard the ropes again, ignoring the table.]
I've not found this unhelpful, you understand. I do appreciate your insight and allowing me to see what it's brought you personally. There are complications and individual aspects I'd not fully considered or comprehended thoroughly. I'm uncertain how this will... end, for me, but trust I will endeavour to speak with you again should I proceed and wish for... more practical instruction.
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[ wash doesn't move to stop d'artagnan from standing, but in his mind's eye -- he sees him sitting on the couch, turning his face away, fingers twisting into each other. the sound of his voice, deathly quiet, barely anything above a whisper, a quiet thank you. wash still doesn't know him, doesn't want to presume anything, but it just would seem remiss for him to not at least touch at it, hopefully without coming across like someone giving unwanted advice for something he probably doesn't know enough about to even begin to understand. ]
You know -- the memory thing is a bit of a living hell. But most people who hear about it won't realize that, or even consider how much it might change how I see things. To most, it's just kind of a party trick that they'll forget about.
So I appreciated that.
[ that's what wash arrives at: instead of bringing up whatever vulnerability that d'artagnan had shown in that moment, just a touch of his own. d'artagnan had cut surprisingly close to a lot of what wash grapples with, and from very little, had demonstrated an understanding of what that might do to him. and wash may not have been driven to tears for it, but he noticed and appreciated it. whatever solace wash had been able to offer for him in that moment to bring such a strong response, wash had gotten something out of talking to him, too.
but that's enough. they don't need to linger. he just wants to make sure there's an open door: ]
If you'd like to talk more sometime, you how to find me.
[ not just about rope or motorcycles or government buildings, but hey. those things too. ]
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Of course. Know I offer that to you as well.
[The man doesn't seem he needs it, but if most people dismiss the harsher realities of his ability or what he's revealed of his past, it can't hurt to state he'd be similarly willing to listen.]