[Their parents gave them the world, when all they really needed was therapy.]
...Please. I've seen you fawn over hardware, and you've gone ahead and built your own to do way more than you'd ever need to browse the internet. You can't say that you don't like them at least a little.
And... well. There probably are a lot of people like that. There are even some on the app that don't bother to hide it.
Being pessimistic doesn't make you trash, it just makes you a realist. I don't see anything wrong with that.
I mean, I can't deny it, but you don't have to say it...
[ You can practically hear the pout in her voice. ]
But even realists aren't like this, though! They aren't constantly hurting and caught in the middle because they just can't trust anything or anyone when they really want to!
Haha... when you're trying to tear yourself down with it, yeah, I'm afraid I do.
[He can, and it makes him smile just a little before she goes on.]
That's the thing, though. You can't know that. You don't trust anyone, you have no idea what's going on in their heads or what they could be thinking. And it could be horrible, cruel things... but they could be tearing themselves apart just like you are, too.
And even if everything you've said so far were 100% correct – which it isn't, but I'll play along – none of that would change that I see you as worthwhile and important.
But instead she just... leans back into the chair she's sitting on, murmuring a small 'why are you like this' under her breath before her voice lowers, although she does have to ask him. ]
Why would you still see me like that? Is it simply because we're siblings? Because we've been together for so long...? I won't take that as an answer, you know.
You see yourself as having nothing to offer, but as far as I see it, you've never even had to try. You've always been there for me, no matter how many good reasons I've given for you to go.
Let me put it to you this way: I couldn't say half of what I've said in this call to my friends. They'd shut me down before I even got halfway through a sentence.
Hell... even just with this conversation. I just admitted to you I'm clingy as all hell and potentially unstable, and you didn't even blink other than to say I shouldn't be over you. Most people would be a little more freaked out, don't you think?
. . . You're my only friend, Rean. I have nobody else. I have nothing else. If I freaked out about what you said, I might lose you and I just can't do that.
[ Because guess who is also clingy? ]
It's kind of why I get terrified when I fuck up and get too pushy. I'd honestly do almost anything you asked me to if it meant that I wouldn't be alone again.
Good thing only one of us is a blackmailer, huh...?
[But now, softer and more serious:]
Listen. I'm not sure if I can explain to you right now why you're important in a way you'd understand. But you are, and that's not going to change no matter how much you argue it or no matter how much you "fuck up."
We'd probably go in circles if we kept up like this and neither of us would get any sleep. Not to mention that you wouldn't want to worry Crow too much, right?
[ Since she knows he's staying with him, at least for tonight. ]
Yeah. We're fine. I don't think I have the heart to say otherwise.
...Ah, okay, yeah, he's definitely getting out of there. I probably shouldn't keep him out of his own living room for too long. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?
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...Please. I've seen you fawn over hardware, and you've gone ahead and built your own to do way more than you'd ever need to browse the internet. You can't say that you don't like them at least a little.
And... well. There probably are a lot of people like that. There are even some on the app that don't bother to hide it.
Being pessimistic doesn't make you trash, it just makes you a realist. I don't see anything wrong with that.
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[ You can practically hear the pout in her voice. ]
But even realists aren't like this, though! They aren't constantly hurting and caught in the middle because they just can't trust anything or anyone when they really want to!
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[He can, and it makes him smile just a little before she goes on.]
That's the thing, though. You can't know that. You don't trust anyone, you have no idea what's going on in their heads or what they could be thinking. And it could be horrible, cruel things... but they could be tearing themselves apart just like you are, too.
And even if everything you've said so far were 100% correct – which it isn't, but I'll play along – none of that would change that I see you as worthwhile and important.
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But instead she just... leans back into the chair she's sitting on, murmuring a small 'why are you like this' under her breath before her voice lowers, although she does have to ask him. ]
Why would you still see me like that? Is it simply because we're siblings? Because we've been together for so long...? I won't take that as an answer, you know.
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Let me put it to you this way: I couldn't say half of what I've said in this call to my friends. They'd shut me down before I even got halfway through a sentence.
Hell... even just with this conversation. I just admitted to you I'm clingy as all hell and potentially unstable, and you didn't even blink other than to say I shouldn't be over you. Most people would be a little more freaked out, don't you think?
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[ Because guess who is also clingy? ]
It's kind of why I get terrified when I fuck up and get too pushy. I'd honestly do almost anything you asked me to if it meant that I wouldn't be alone again.
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Good thing only one of us is a blackmailer, huh...?
[But now, softer and more serious:]
Listen. I'm not sure if I can explain to you right now why you're important in a way you'd understand. But you are, and that's not going to change no matter how much you argue it or no matter how much you "fuck up."
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So, for now, at least... are we okay?
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[ Since she knows he's staying with him, at least for tonight. ]
Yeah. We're fine. I don't think I have the heart to say otherwise.
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All right. Just so long as you're sure.
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And of course I'm sure. I'm not mad at you. I never really was.
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...Ah, okay, yeah, he's definitely getting out of there. I probably shouldn't keep him out of his own living room for too long. Talk to you tomorrow, okay?
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[ Sorry, she had to get one joke in before she hung up for the night. ]
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[He's laughing even as he says that, though. He's clearly not mad.]
Night.