[ he's doing his best to keep his feelings under wrap for her, but there are little threads of anxiety slipping through anyway. panic, maybe, about actually having to explain and somehow making it worse instead of better. distance, probably, from knowing even though he does trust shenhe more than other people here, there's always a possibility that one day he'll say too much and it'll change her opinion entirely.
...but, then again, maybe she's similar to someone else here. who would at least kind of understand some things and wouldn't bother repeating them. everything slowly fades back under lock and key of a silent calm. ]
...I made a mistake. [ is what he says first, because by now he does, in fact, realize it was really fucked up. ] Something happened. It wasn't even that big of a deal, it was just somebody's idea of a joke. But I still completely lost it on him. It...sort of felt like I blacked out, a little. I don't even remember everything, but one minute we were on the ground and the next there was both an ambulance and a cop car. One for me, one for him.
I heard the guy was in the hospital for a while recovering while the law was trying to figure out what to do with me. It was...bad. Enough that they decided I needed to go away for a while. [ he's carefully wording it in a way that isn't too complicated for her to understand, but direct enough to understand anyway. ] It was months. There are places for people back home to be sentenced to when they do something wrong and the authorities deem them to be a threat or as an act of punishment for doing those wrong things. So that's where they put me for a while. I didn't actually get released until a few days before I came here. And after I was, everyone treated me pretty differently. But I can't say I blame them either. So...I was trying to relearn how to...be better, I guess. Whatever that looks like. Maybe I'm still trying that here, too.
[ things are only better because they were starting to improve, and then he, like, died, and it maybe doesn't matter anymore. maybe better doesn't actually always mean "good" either. ]
[the nice thing is that - even when he gives off anxiety, panic, she doesn't seem to react much. it isn't anger. that's the only thing she has a problem with. these just get little faint drifts of concern for him, as she watches him in that same ice statue sort of way.
and she listens, patiently, head slightly tilted, and when he's finished, she turns to face him entirely.]
I understand. [really, like - in the sense that she's never exactly been... punished, for hurting people like that, but in the sense that she has, and it felt the same.]
You have a better control of your anger than I do, I think.
[ he's busy glancing at a mannequin that isn't too far from where they're standing, letting her examine him and thinking of how to phrase things appropriately. ]
I damaged things pretty bad the last time I didn't. With multiple people. And I was never able to fix it before it was too late. [ guilt, maybe, is the thing that dances below the surface that he wrestles back again. ] Let's just say it's motivation to try and keep myself in check as much as I can.
...half the time, those are equally terrifying. [ lightly. but honest. being a teenager is already hard, but having to deal with his own emotions after everything that's happened is...overwhelming, really. it's little cracks of insecurity, blips of anxiety, shreds of anger and all combined with a waging war between the heaviness of grief and the desire to be calm, reliable and better.
which, he thinks, is why it's easier to focus on staying calm and levelheaded and dealing with his shit privately because blowing up would be disastrous. explaining that to shenhe, who has to quite literally keep her emotions bound, feels stupid though when it pales in comparison. ]
But I do see your point. I think being able to express yourself, if you can, isn't a bad thing. It's just that there are plenty of emotions that are worse than others. Those are the ones I don't want people to see if I can help it.
[ which is understandable. there's a beat of gratitude. a flicker of wishful thinking. ]
...how do you learn something like that when there are so many things that can still make a person upset about things? [ which is really saying "you aren't really doing too bad" and "i can at least agree to hear you out." ]
Meditation helps far more than you'd think. [she says, tilting her head.] I thought it was stupid, when I was a child. I learned better.
I can teach it to you, sometime. [...] Or I can teach you how to fight properly, channeling those upsetting things. Whichever you think you'd like more.
[ he frowns in thought at the suggestion, but it's not necessarily out of disagreement. ]
I...don't know how good I'd be at it. It's like emptying your mind and stuff, right? I mean I can see the benefits of it but.
[ these are excuses. he seems to realize that, too, and he takes a breath to calm down again. ]
...I'll try anything at this rate. Wolfwood suggested asking for a training dummy to fight with, too. I haven't asked the reapers yet because I thought I could delay that. [ so the answer is he's willing to try both, but he's not sure which to start with. ]
There's nothing wrong with trying both. I use a combination.
[she gently puts her hand on his shoulder.]
It might be a good idea to learn how to fight regardless. You'll surprise your enemies that way.
[and it'd make her feel a little better knowing that he's not just out there at risk of just street brawl fistfighting anybody who might come after him.]
... Whenever you'd like, Jonas. But for now, I think we should do something fun.
...yeah. I know you're right. [ it seems to work for her, is the thing, so...he thinks that maybe there is something there. maybe figuring out how to shut his head up for a while isn't the worst thing he could do with his time.
learning a more specialized type of fighting might not be bad either. he's scrappy, and he can hold his own just fine, but will that be enough to go against someone who really knows what they're doing? he'd already offered to help someone else, but jonas himself just didn't think about it.
but for now, he can shelve the topic and he blinks at her, curious and alert suddenly. ]
I'm always down for something better than this. [ hah. ] If you have ideas, I'm all for it. Otherwise...I can think of something.
[ he will straight up put shenhe on a skateboard, so help him. ]
I'm curious to know what your ideas are. [she seems faintly amused by the way he's alert. he and alex both do the little ferret yes hello i'm ready to play wiggle thing emotionally, which she likes.]
[ this is the funniest description ever actually because yeah, those are the vibes. they're both stupid teenagers out of their depth, and jonas in particular would love to do anything else to backflip out of his own depression.
so. he grins. ]
I want to take you somewhere. How much do you trust me?
[ the vibes are a little more at ease and excited, turning to leave sears and gestures for shenhe to follow. it takes a little while if walking, but eventually they come to the skate park and he grins at her a little more eagerly as usual. ]
It's not that kind of park. [ amused. ] It's a place for people to skate and skateboard or bike...it's for fun.
[ there's a pause. a soft flicker of melancholy before slipping to calm again. ] ...I used to spend a lot of time at one of these when my mom was sick. It was easier than being at home knowing there wasn't anything I could do, and that helped for a while. So... I thought if you wanted, I could teach you.
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Yes. Maybe not nearly as drastic as what you've experienced but...close enough, I guess. A little. [ a pause. ] Things are better now.
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[genuinely, she means that, but also:] What happened?
[she probably shouldn't ask - she knows people get mad sometimes when she does, but she's very direct.]
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...but, then again, maybe she's similar to someone else here. who would at least kind of understand some things and wouldn't bother repeating them. everything slowly fades back under lock and key of a silent calm. ]
...I made a mistake. [ is what he says first, because by now he does, in fact, realize it was really fucked up. ] Something happened. It wasn't even that big of a deal, it was just somebody's idea of a joke. But I still completely lost it on him. It...sort of felt like I blacked out, a little. I don't even remember everything, but one minute we were on the ground and the next there was both an ambulance and a cop car. One for me, one for him.
I heard the guy was in the hospital for a while recovering while the law was trying to figure out what to do with me. It was...bad. Enough that they decided I needed to go away for a while. [ he's carefully wording it in a way that isn't too complicated for her to understand, but direct enough to understand anyway. ] It was months. There are places for people back home to be sentenced to when they do something wrong and the authorities deem them to be a threat or as an act of punishment for doing those wrong things. So that's where they put me for a while. I didn't actually get released until a few days before I came here. And after I was, everyone treated me pretty differently. But I can't say I blame them either. So...I was trying to relearn how to...be better, I guess. Whatever that looks like. Maybe I'm still trying that here, too.
[ things are only better because they were starting to improve, and then he, like, died, and it maybe doesn't matter anymore. maybe better doesn't actually always mean "good" either. ]
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and she listens, patiently, head slightly tilted, and when he's finished, she turns to face him entirely.]
I understand. [really, like - in the sense that she's never exactly been... punished, for hurting people like that, but in the sense that she has, and it felt the same.]
You have a better control of your anger than I do, I think.
[she'll start with that.]
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I damaged things pretty bad the last time I didn't. With multiple people. And I was never able to fix it before it was too late. [ guilt, maybe, is the thing that dances below the surface that he wrestles back again. ] Let's just say it's motivation to try and keep myself in check as much as I can.
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I think that's admirable. [she says, quietly.] You do what you have to.
But. I think that if you can live without suppressing your emotions, you should.
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...half the time, those are equally terrifying. [ lightly. but honest. being a teenager is already hard, but having to deal with his own emotions after everything that's happened is...overwhelming, really. it's little cracks of insecurity, blips of anxiety, shreds of anger and all combined with a waging war between the heaviness of grief and the desire to be calm, reliable and better.
which, he thinks, is why it's easier to focus on staying calm and levelheaded and dealing with his shit privately because blowing up would be disastrous. explaining that to shenhe, who has to quite literally keep her emotions bound, feels stupid though when it pales in comparison. ]
But I do see your point. I think being able to express yourself, if you can, isn't a bad thing. It's just that there are plenty of emotions that are worse than others. Those are the ones I don't want people to see if I can help it.
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[she really does.]
Still. [...] I'd like to try to help you, if I can. I'm not so good with anger, but even that I've learned to let go of, with practice.
... I don't want you to be like me, Jonas. [is mostly what she's getting at.]
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...how do you learn something like that when there are so many things that can still make a person upset about things? [ which is really saying "you aren't really doing too bad" and "i can at least agree to hear you out." ]
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Meditation helps far more than you'd think. [she says, tilting her head.] I thought it was stupid, when I was a child. I learned better.
I can teach it to you, sometime. [...] Or I can teach you how to fight properly, channeling those upsetting things. Whichever you think you'd like more.
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I...don't know how good I'd be at it. It's like emptying your mind and stuff, right? I mean I can see the benefits of it but.
[ these are excuses. he seems to realize that, too, and he takes a breath to calm down again. ]
...I'll try anything at this rate. Wolfwood suggested asking for a training dummy to fight with, too. I haven't asked the reapers yet because I thought I could delay that. [ so the answer is he's willing to try both, but he's not sure which to start with. ]
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[she gently puts her hand on his shoulder.]
It might be a good idea to learn how to fight regardless. You'll surprise your enemies that way.
[and it'd make her feel a little better knowing that he's not just out there at risk of just street brawl fistfighting anybody who might come after him.]
... Whenever you'd like, Jonas. But for now, I think we should do something fun.
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learning a more specialized type of fighting might not be bad either. he's scrappy, and he can hold his own just fine, but will that be enough to go against someone who really knows what they're doing? he'd already offered to help someone else, but jonas himself just didn't think about it.
but for now, he can shelve the topic and he blinks at her, curious and alert suddenly. ]
I'm always down for something better than this. [ hah. ] If you have ideas, I'm all for it. Otherwise...I can think of something.
[ he will straight up put shenhe on a skateboard, so help him. ]
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I'm curious to know what your ideas are. [she seems faintly amused by the way he's alert. he and alex both do the little ferret yes hello i'm ready to play wiggle thing emotionally, which she likes.]
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so. he grins. ]
I want to take you somewhere. How much do you trust me?
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[this is teasing, a little. she obviously trusts him enough to take her wherever he wants.]
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[ the vibes are a little more at ease and excited, turning to leave sears and gestures for shenhe to follow. it takes a little while if walking, but eventually they come to the skate park and he grins at her a little more eagerly as usual. ]
This...is a skate park.
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There aren't very many trees for a park.
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[ there's a pause. a soft flicker of melancholy before slipping to calm again. ] ...I used to spend a lot of time at one of these when my mom was sick. It was easier than being at home knowing there wasn't anything I could do, and that helped for a while. So... I thought if you wanted, I could teach you.
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... I'd like that, yes. I'd be happy to learn. [she says decisively.] Where do we start?
[and then we fade off with jonas teaching the bird how to skateboard]