protests are prepared to rise after she refuses to admit that’s what she’s doing ——— but then honesty slaps and stings and he’s taken aback, gathered breath whooshing out as though he’s been punched. the feeling of her fists pounding against his flesh to train him ( for a job she was much more prepared for ) flashes in his memory, but he can’t show the flinch. displaying outrage would be inappropriate because, although it hurts, she’s absolutely right.
their relationship existed only within the confines of a mission now over, and with that, she closes the door to possible friendship.
he gets it. really. he was dragged into a fight that never involved him in the first place and his presence only caused more tension between father and daughter. while he is continuing hero business and passes her by she thinks of them as nothing, and that’s what he doesn’t really understand, WHY their amiable ties have to be severed so cleanly. ( did none of that mean anything to her ?? )
❝ okay. i get it. but hear me out, alright ?? i don’t feel entitled to know everything about you because of those things. i respect that and i respect you. i’m just ——— trying to let you know that i’m here because i don’t see you talking to hank about any of this any time soon and i’m kind of … removed, i guess ?? ❞
❝ all i’m saying is sometimes you need someone to talk to. doesn’t have to be me. i don’t know, hope, just ———i’ll leave you alone now if that’s what you really want.❞
she’d look at him but she’d feel guilty . that sticky coil that slips around her spine and forces her chin to dip whilst her hair swings around and provides a curtain that allows her to avoid scott’s gaze . his eyes are younger than the rest of him, despite everything he’s seen and been forced to face, his eyes have remained young like their hope couldn’t be pulled away from them . she couldn’t take the fact that she’d forced them to diminish that . it feels cruel .
but she’d rather be alone and cruel than have to rely on someone there out of obligation and forced comradery, someone who could very possibly leave and never be around, again . just another connection that would be lost when her faith becomes balanced on it . she’d learnt better, scott was earnest but capricious and not someone that she could base herself on, it was too much and too soon .
she stalls on her way to the door, her soles seem to dig into the floor and her knees only sway toward the door but scott’s at her shoulder and he’s --- warm and comforting and it’s all but too tempting to reach out but she doesn’t and she won’t . she can’t .
❛ i’m sorry, scott, but we’re not friends . we don’t do this . ❜ i don’t do this . ❛ you should get back to work, i’m gonna head home . don’t tell hank about this, he’d only judge me and i’d rather he didn’t . ❜
❛ i’ll see you around, scott . ❜
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