[ 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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[ 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.]