it also comes with no surprise how she seems to doubt him—doubt that anger can be controlled. he wonders, for a quiet second, if she even believes what he is saying, considering the fact he looks too proper and that does give a different image—one that he likes to have, as if he has some saying in his own life for once. it’s much easier to pretend everything is ok when one looks like that, he supposes. but anyone who takes a better look would definitely see through the façade. luckily for him, it’s a rare occasion—people bothering to see through him.
“i do,” adam nods slowly, the corners of his lips down with a light frown. as much as he would like to give himself some credit for his inner strength to be able to help him, he knows all the things that contribute to make him able to do that—the therapy, the meds, even the reading and just staying quiet for a bit sometimes, taking deep breaths and trying to accept most things are not on his control. “not an easy task, but…” his voice trails off for a second and he has to clear his throat, eyes moving from her and down to the table, a napkin now between his fingers. he caresses it with his fingertips, calmly, pressing his lips together before resuming. “you see. it is impossible to avoid it to come. the anger. but once it is there, you can try to find a way to let it out. sometimes not being around someone is better because then you won’t snap at them, say things that may hurt, even if it is someone you don’t even know or care about.” he explains, finally looking up to her.
a small chuckle leaves his lips, head shaking. “never said that. i meant, being alone adds to the problem,” he corrects her, shrugging slowly. “being away from the source of problem is always a good thing. but dealing with life on your own can be… lonely. and some people are not good at being like that.” adam, himself, even being so used to isolate himself, doesn’t like that feeling. the thought that he has no one—but luckily for him, he knows there are people who care for him and, while his family… his father kept him away, friends didn’t. “family is a bother if they are the cause of these outbursts. so getting alone as in away from them can be good, but not completely alone. though some people take enjoyment at being loners, it isn’t enjoyable not having anyone to talk to.”
Vitani was biased. People like him didn’t have problems like she did. People like him didn’t deal with anger and being treated like shit on a daily basis by their fathers. People like him didn’t understand her... No one really seemed to understand her very well. She thought her mother did, but mother had been so obsessed with Kovu and pleasing Scar lately that she was kind of over it honestly. She was feeling more alone than ever.
Then he speaks, with more honesty than she’d assumed. Proving further he did experience anger... perhaps even worse than she did. Hers was far from uncontrollable, at least by comparison. She was just a reckless young woman with little regard for anyone but herself, who she hurt or who she pissed off. It never really bothered her either way. “Why should I care about people I don’t know?” She rose a brow, curiously. “They have no concern for my life, I have no stake in theirs.” This was said a bit softer than she had started speaking some time ago. Less anger. More curiosity to see what he was going to say.
“I don’t know... I don’t think I’d have a problem with it... but I don’t think I’ve ever really been alone. Not with my two brothers and my mother around. My useless father is the farthest I ever get from my family.” And still she wouldn’t leave Kovu. He was younger than her, and she was definitely the protective big sister type. She wanted the best for him, and believed he would actually be brilliant in whatever he wanted to do when he was older. Though lately she’d been questioning her mother’s motives, he still thought he’d be good in what she wanted as well.
