[His fingers twitch, and he feels like punching something or just leaving or getting swallowed up into the ground. But he has to say it, doesn't he? This is such a fucking mess.]
Because- I'm cheating on someone else with Francis. I'm not supposed to be with him, I've got a boyfriend and it's- there's just a lot of shit going on right now, alright? I don't need another thing I have to figure out how to explain to him when he's already gonna kill me the second this all falls apart.
[He buries his face in his hands, tightening his fingers on the strands of hair that fall down into them. God, where's Hector when you need him.]
[Why is this so difficult? He bristles more, and shakes his head pointedly when he finally looks up.]
I'm trying to make you understand, it's- I can't do this with you right now, and I-
[Jason is going to start crying, he can see it in his eyes and he just can't take that. Dodger stands up suddenly, knocking his chair over and fumbling as if he almost reached to grab it before catching himself.]
Look, can you stop having a pity party for a fucking second? It's not all about you, I've got shit to deal with and you're just not a priority right now! I... I need to go.
[He's finally giving in to the urge to flee, but he's walking away. Not teleporting. Because he wants Jason to stop him, he hates leaving things broken like this.]
I know it’s not about me. I’m not trying to have a pity party! You know I just cry a lot I can’t help it.
[he was indeed crying as much as he tried not to, he does understand, he can’t help the tears flow, he was an emotional guy.]
I know you made a life here and you have other people, I just.... I want you to be happy! I understand that you didn’t expect me here, and that you probably don’t want me here, and I’m making things harder for you. I’m being selfish and I know... I just.
[Dodge gets up and leaves and Jason panics. He gets up to looking at him as he figures out what to do. he goes over and grabs his arm. This was the same thing as last time, nothing got resolved or anything. ]
I well... don’t go...yet.
[He wanted to run away, but he knows that won’t get them anywhere, they do it every time. ]
Maybe we could be friends, If you don’t wanna be with me like that anymore?
[The idea of it hurt, but he wanted to make it work.]
[He shivers a bit when Jason grabs him, but he stops and he turns back. They're a dramatic pair, but... well, that's what he likes about them.]
You don't want to be friends, Jason. [He huffs.] We weren't friends before, we aren't going to be friends now.
[He pauses and glances back at him.]
Spend some time on your own, it'll be good for you. You can be whoever you want here, you've got no past except whatever you share. Come back to me when you've figured out who you wanna be, yeah?
[It's a cop out. He's just trying to run away, like he always does. But maybe this is better than clinging to something that keeps cracking under the pressure.]
[Dodger speaks, and his heart drops, but it was true. He lets go and stand back.]
Okay.
[Dodger was right, Jason was lost, and he almost depended on Dodger to dictate what he does. He stands there, he's crying, but he's trying so hard to make it stop. He can't keep Dodger down, he needed to find his own voice and person. It's just hard when the last thing that made him feel safe was gone, but still in sight.]
Any advice on how this place works? Am I gonna get eaten by some weird monsters?
[He tries to crack a smile, he really was trying to make it less sad and pathetic. He understands why and he'll just have to accept and work on it.]
And ya think I can visit Crusher now and again?
[He's grown close with Crusher, and he didn't get to say hi the last time he saw him, that time was a bit.... rough.]
[Dodger turns pointedly away from him, not wanting to look at Jason while he's being a mess. This is exactly why he wishes the idiot wasn't here, Jason isn't built for this sort of drama.]
Just keep away from the demons if you can. Don't take anything they offer at the club, when it reopens. And do whatever you have to, to survive. Even if it means killing someone. Alright?
[The question of Crusher makes him pause, though. And he sighs.]
I don't want you in my suite. But if you ask ahead of time, I can drop him off with you. He gets lonely.
[Dodger finally pulls his hand away, and gives Jason a look that borders on guilty. The sort of look that says 'I know you don't like this, but I'm doing what I think is right. I hope.']
Yeah... we can figure it out later. Uh... Barton's been feeding him more than we used to. I can text you some instructions for him whenever I drop him off.
[God, it feels like figuring out custody for a kid. As if Crusher will care. The dog gets loose enough that he'll probably find Jason and follow him around on his own.
Dodger's brow furrows a bit.]
I'm guessing you don't remember Ivar. Just... if you see a buffed out Norwegian man limping around with uh.. metal shit around his legs, just keep away from him, alright? It's... things are complicated for me here.
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[His fingers twitch, and he feels like punching something or just leaving or getting swallowed up into the ground. But he has to say it, doesn't he? This is such a fucking mess.]
Because- I'm cheating on someone else with Francis. I'm not supposed to be with him, I've got a boyfriend and it's- there's just a lot of shit going on right now, alright? I don't need another thing I have to figure out how to explain to him when he's already gonna kill me the second this all falls apart.
[He buries his face in his hands, tightening his fingers on the strands of hair that fall down into them. God, where's Hector when you need him.]
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[he looks down and he can’t help but sniffle just a bit.]
I Thought well... we were dating before you got here.
[His heart hurts but he figures it’s useless at this point.]
I know I’m just a fling, but I love you and you... said you wanted me to stick around for along time.
[This wasn’t going well, he almost feels like Dodger just wanted to throw it all in his face. He was doing okay without him but he wasn’t.]
Did you wanna talk to me just to tell me you that I’m just in the way?
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[Why is this so difficult? He bristles more, and shakes his head pointedly when he finally looks up.]
I'm trying to make you understand, it's- I can't do this with you right now, and I-
[Jason is going to start crying, he can see it in his eyes and he just can't take that. Dodger stands up suddenly, knocking his chair over and fumbling as if he almost reached to grab it before catching himself.]
Look, can you stop having a pity party for a fucking second? It's not all about you, I've got shit to deal with and you're just not a priority right now! I... I need to go.
[He's finally giving in to the urge to flee, but he's walking away. Not teleporting. Because he wants Jason to stop him, he hates leaving things broken like this.]
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[he was indeed crying as much as he tried not to, he does understand, he can’t help the tears flow, he was an emotional guy.]
I know you made a life here and you have other people, I just.... I want you to be happy! I understand that you didn’t expect me here, and that you probably don’t want me here, and I’m making things harder for you. I’m being selfish and I know... I just.
[Dodge gets up and leaves and Jason panics. He gets up to looking at him as he figures out what to do. he goes over and grabs his arm. This was the same thing as last time, nothing got resolved or anything. ]
I well... don’t go...yet.
[He wanted to run away, but he knows that won’t get them anywhere, they do it every time. ]
Maybe we could be friends, If you don’t wanna be with me like that anymore?
[The idea of it hurt, but he wanted to make it work.]
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You don't want to be friends, Jason. [He huffs.] We weren't friends before, we aren't going to be friends now.
[He pauses and glances back at him.]
Spend some time on your own, it'll be good for you. You can be whoever you want here, you've got no past except whatever you share. Come back to me when you've figured out who you wanna be, yeah?
[It's a cop out. He's just trying to run away, like he always does. But maybe this is better than clinging to something that keeps cracking under the pressure.]
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Okay.
[Dodger was right, Jason was lost, and he almost depended on Dodger to dictate what he does. He stands there, he's crying, but he's trying so hard to make it stop. He can't keep Dodger down, he needed to find his own voice and person. It's just hard when the last thing that made him feel safe was gone, but still in sight.]
Any advice on how this place works? Am I gonna get eaten by some weird monsters?
[He tries to crack a smile, he really was trying to make it less sad and pathetic. He understands why and he'll just have to accept and work on it.]
And ya think I can visit Crusher now and again?
[He's grown close with Crusher, and he didn't get to say hi the last time he saw him, that time was a bit.... rough.]
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Just keep away from the demons if you can. Don't take anything they offer at the club, when it reopens. And do whatever you have to, to survive. Even if it means killing someone. Alright?
[The question of Crusher makes him pause, though. And he sighs.]
I don't want you in my suite. But if you ask ahead of time, I can drop him off with you. He gets lonely.
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All of the stuff to survive seems like a lot, but at least he's gotten more acquainted with killing.]
Alright, I think I can manage most of that... can't be that hard right?
[It's understandable that Dodger doesn't want him around but it still sucked, he nods though, he can easily respect that.]
That sounds good to me... I can give you a few day notices? or I dunno, guess we can figure it out later or somethin.
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Yeah... we can figure it out later. Uh... Barton's been feeding him more than we used to. I can text you some instructions for him whenever I drop him off.
[God, it feels like figuring out custody for a kid. As if Crusher will care. The dog gets loose enough that he'll probably find Jason and follow him around on his own.
Dodger's brow furrows a bit.]
I'm guessing you don't remember Ivar. Just... if you see a buffed out Norwegian man limping around with uh.. metal shit around his legs, just keep away from him, alright? It's... things are complicated for me here.