[ This is indeed entirely out of left field because 'Godzilla is trying to talk me into cannibalism' made Lacus log off and go smell the flowers. (She thinks she's making progress befriending the greenhouse bot she's named Smiley. She's probably delusional about that.)
And so, here is Dearka. Completely at odds with the tone of that message, Lacus actually goes !! in delight at being spoken to so candidly. ]
I imagine there are a lot of more pragmatic answers they would have given you at the Academy, but I would say it's because being isolated is a sad thing that makes you close off your heart.
What happened? Would you like some tea or to listen to Mr. Pink cursing for a moment?
[Frankly, Lacus is swiftly rocketing up to being Dearka's number two confidant after Yzak, because who the hell else can he talk to about this nonsense? Not Lucy, obviously. Elan? Hell no. Shinn? Absolutely fucking not. Godzilla? absolutely fucking not, numero dos.
Lacus is the only non-Yzak person who 1) knows about PLANT's marriage bullshit and 2) also has the emotional maturity to discuss this stuff in a non-aggravating way. Ergo...]
You know, face to face might not actually be a bad idea, considering what a goddamn mess the comms are right now. Easier to explain that way too.
[Also he'd love to listen to Mr. Pink curse for a bit.]
Dearka's actually already by her quarters when she arrives with the tea; kind of like he was just pacing around the base agitatedly instead of doing anything useful, and was able to just head straight over. He at least doesn't look as mad as he sounded over his message; if anything, he just looks tired, and more than a little put out.
He looks up and lifts a hand for a meager wave when she arrives.]
Hey. [...] Uh... Thanks for going out of your way for this.
[He's feeling maybe a little bit sheepish about his outburst before.]
[ Contrary to promises of curses, Mr. Pink bounces up to Dearka before Lacus can even get there with a cheery greeting: ] Haro! Doing fine!
[ At least he's not also asking the counter-question. Maybe even little pet robots can tell Dearka is very much not 'doing fine' right now. Lacus gives him a little smile. ]
It is no bother at all. What are friends for, if not this?
[ And how delightful it is, to call the friends! Lacus shoves the tray with tea into his hands for a second so she can unlock and let them in. Her desk is nice and clear, so he can easily deposit the tray again as soon as they're in. ]
[Friends. It's good to have them... Even though they're also the source of Dearka's current vexation. It bears repeating, his best friend has beacome something more than that, and he's no longer sure he has any others here of a level that he can truly confide in. Suffice to say... It's actually nice, from his end, to hear Lacus call him that. Even if it catches him somewhat by surprise for some reason.
He sets the tea tray down where indicated, then seeks out and flops down heavily a chair; sitting on her bed feels a bit odd and presumptuous to him.]
Geez... Where do I even start?
[He dips his head slightly and rubs his forehead, his expression pinched.]
Maybe with an apology? I kinda hit your DMs all hot-headed and probably made this sound like a bigger deal than it actually is... [He looks up at her again, smiling ruefully.] Feels like that's been happening more and more, lately. Me, losing my cool... Not how I prefer to operate.
[Between blasting into her inbox and the whole... Threatening civilians with a knife. Thing.]
[ Lacus is going to take the bed for her own seat, and though she is probably physically incapable of not sitting in a way that could be described as 'dainty' it's still pretty casual for her standards.
Which is why the litany of disclaimers makes her tilt her head. It's sooo tiresome that all the boys seem to be hell-bent on keeping a good face in front of her. ]
We've all been in a lot of high stress situations. It's for the best to not bottle it up, wouldn't you say?
[ The knife thing notwithstanding. That was indeed a low point, but it doesn't count. ]
I hope you aren't already talking yourself out of telling me your gripes - I'm deathly curious about what's got you so bent out of shape, so don't hold out on me now!
[At least this time, it's less about her and more about failing his own self-perception. While walking over here he became a little more self-aware that he's basically pissed off from arguing with a teenager over the internet. Like, an actual teenager, even. Not a Coordinator "totally definitely an adult legally" teen. And there's obviously more to it than that, but considering he's already in kind of a crappy state of mind, he's really hung up on those baseline details.]
Nah, I'm not holding back, I guess I'm just... A little bit embarrassed?
[God, somehow admitting that feels even MORE embarrassing... He just can't win against himself here. He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders slump, changing tack, deciding to just dive into it.]
I guess I should update you first: Uh... It happened. For real, this time. [Dearka clears his throat, a little awkwardly.] Yzak and I. I told him how I felt, and he-- Well he ran away at first, actually. But then he came back! And we're still figuring some stuff out, but. Yeah.
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And so, here is Dearka. Completely at odds with the tone of that message, Lacus actually goes !! in delight at being spoken to so candidly. ]
I imagine there are a lot of more pragmatic answers they would have given you at the Academy, but I would say it's because being isolated is a sad thing that makes you close off your heart.
What happened? Would you like some tea or to listen to Mr. Pink cursing for a moment?
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Lacus is the only non-Yzak person who 1) knows about PLANT's marriage bullshit and 2) also has the emotional maturity to discuss this stuff in a non-aggravating way. Ergo...]
You know, face to face might not actually be a bad idea, considering what a goddamn mess the comms are right now. Easier to explain that way too.
[Also he'd love to listen to Mr. Pink curse for a bit.]
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Then I'll be waiting by my quarters in 15 minutes.
[ Gotta say goodbye to a plant-care-bot that is ignoring her and also make a quick kitchen trip for tea.
Hanging out with a friend!! She is winning today?! ]
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Dearka's actually already by her quarters when she arrives with the tea; kind of like he was just pacing around the base agitatedly instead of doing anything useful, and was able to just head straight over. He at least doesn't look as mad as he sounded over his message; if anything, he just looks tired, and more than a little put out.
He looks up and lifts a hand for a meager wave when she arrives.]
Hey. [...] Uh... Thanks for going out of your way for this.
[He's feeling maybe a little bit sheepish about his outburst before.]
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[ At least he's not also asking the counter-question. Maybe even little pet robots can tell Dearka is very much not 'doing fine' right now. Lacus gives him a little smile. ]
It is no bother at all. What are friends for, if not this?
[ And how delightful it is, to call the friends! Lacus shoves the tray with tea into his hands for a second so she can unlock and let them in. Her desk is nice and clear, so he can easily deposit the tray again as soon as they're in. ]
So, what happened?
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He sets the tea tray down where indicated, then seeks out and flops down heavily a chair; sitting on her bed feels a bit odd and presumptuous to him.]
Geez... Where do I even start?
[He dips his head slightly and rubs his forehead, his expression pinched.]
Maybe with an apology? I kinda hit your DMs all hot-headed and probably made this sound like a bigger deal than it actually is... [He looks up at her again, smiling ruefully.] Feels like that's been happening more and more, lately. Me, losing my cool... Not how I prefer to operate.
[Between blasting into her inbox and the whole... Threatening civilians with a knife. Thing.]
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Which is why the litany of disclaimers makes her tilt her head. It's sooo tiresome that all the boys seem to be hell-bent on keeping a good face in front of her. ]
We've all been in a lot of high stress situations. It's for the best to not bottle it up, wouldn't you say?
[ The knife thing notwithstanding. That was indeed a low point, but it doesn't count. ]
I hope you aren't already talking yourself out of telling me your gripes - I'm deathly curious about what's got you so bent out of shape, so don't hold out on me now!
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Nah, I'm not holding back, I guess I'm just... A little bit embarrassed?
[God, somehow admitting that feels even MORE embarrassing... He just can't win against himself here. He takes a deep breath and lets his shoulders slump, changing tack, deciding to just dive into it.]
I guess I should update you first: Uh... It happened. For real, this time. [Dearka clears his throat, a little awkwardly.] Yzak and I. I told him how I felt, and he-- Well he ran away at first, actually. But then he came back! And we're still figuring some stuff out, but. Yeah.
[Godzilla's a prophet, turns out.]