[there is silence. it's like ten whole seconds of silence, which is a very long time in standard conversational beats across most human cultures. in joseph kavinsky's idiosyncratic culture of being a shithead who talks over and under and all around everything that could possibly have authentic meaning, it's an eternity in and of itself.
he hates that. he hates that because it's true. even if he could pick out a dozen little arguments about why it isn't, about how different aric and kurt were, about how different eudio was to this place, and about how much less he knows about the way kurt is compared to what he knew about why aric was the way he was, it's still true enough in the macroscope of things. it'd be like denying the sky is blue just because he's been nocturnal a little while, and sometimes there are clouds grey or white.]
I'm not making you talk about your thing, [he says instead. changing tactics, because there always has to be a tactic.] Why do I have to talk about this? [he shifts his eyes away, sullen. his fear so rarely shows itself in spontaneous impulse and panic. he just sulks like a monster stuck in a cage.]
no subject
he hates that. he hates that because it's true. even if he could pick out a dozen little arguments about why it isn't, about how different aric and kurt were, about how different eudio was to this place, and about how much less he knows about the way kurt is compared to what he knew about why aric was the way he was, it's still true enough in the macroscope of things. it'd be like denying the sky is blue just because he's been nocturnal a little while, and sometimes there are clouds grey or white.]
I'm not making you talk about your thing, [he says instead. changing tactics, because there always has to be a tactic.] Why do I have to talk about this? [he shifts his eyes away, sullen. his fear so rarely shows itself in spontaneous impulse and panic. he just sulks like a monster stuck in a cage.]