[She knows she has the sensitivity of a rock, but James is like Miles or Jesse--different, special. She looks concerned as she sets her ice pack aside.]
[He lets out a breath of air, relaxing a bit just from her reassurance, and lets a shoulder rise and fall. He's sitting down somewhere. A corridor, not really... looking to move right now. At least not yet.]
Somewhere on level ten, I'll find my way back eventually, just-
[He stops, runs a hand through his hair, tightens his jaw]
[Not for the first time Libby reflects on the gulf of her inexperience. This would be so easier if she didn't care; but she does care, more than she knows what to do with, and James makes her feel so safe. She might as well try to return the favor.]
It's probably not as bad as you think. You've got this huge self-criticism problem, you know that? You're like, worse than me.
[That, at least, gets him to quirk a slight smile, even if it falls from his face pretty soon after]
I dunno, it's pretty bad. [He sighs] Tony- the first Tony here - asked me if Ultron was his fault before and I... said no. I didn't want to let him know he'd created him, that... what happened had been because Tony created him. Because what Ultron did wasn't Tony's fault.
... Francis didn't know that. And Tony saw what he said. [His voice is just getting more and more tired as he keeps talking, losing strength near the end. Almost wavering, sounding even younger than it normally does.] He called me a liar.
[She took a moment to process that, but when she finished her jaw was tight and her eyes were hard. Not for the first or probably last time she considers punching Tony Stark right on the face.]
What, you're a liar for trying to protect him? That asshole--James, you don't--I wish you didn't listen to him. You don't owe him anything. Every time you talk about this one I just--I cam see it messes you up.
[Jer voice goes soft, almost plaintive.] You didn't mess up. He's the messed up one for not seeing that you're trying to look after him. And you shouldn't...you try so hard and he's a stupid motherfucker for not noticing.
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[hrrrrrrrgh yeah this is when he's just going to start fidgeting awkwardly]
Nothing, just-... I don't know... who else to talk to.
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[She knows she has the sensitivity of a rock, but James is like Miles or Jesse--different, special. She looks concerned as she sets her ice pack aside.]
Where are you?
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[He lets out a breath of air, relaxing a bit just from her reassurance, and lets a shoulder rise and fall. He's sitting down somewhere. A corridor, not really... looking to move right now. At least not yet.]
Somewhere on level ten, I'll find my way back eventually, just-
[He stops, runs a hand through his hair, tightens his jaw]
I messed up.
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[Not for the first time Libby reflects on the gulf of her inexperience. This would be so easier if she didn't care; but she does care, more than she knows what to do with, and James makes her feel so safe. She might as well try to return the favor.]
It's probably not as bad as you think. You've got this huge self-criticism problem, you know that? You're like, worse than me.
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I dunno, it's pretty bad. [He sighs] Tony- the first Tony here - asked me if Ultron was his fault before and I... said no. I didn't want to let him know he'd created him, that... what happened had been because Tony created him. Because what Ultron did wasn't Tony's fault.
... Francis didn't know that. And Tony saw what he said. [His voice is just getting more and more tired as he keeps talking, losing strength near the end. Almost wavering, sounding even younger than it normally does.] He called me a liar.
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[She took a moment to process that, but when she finished her jaw was tight and her eyes were hard. Not for the first or probably last time she considers punching Tony Stark right on the face.]
What, you're a liar for trying to protect him? That asshole--James, you don't--I wish you didn't listen to him. You don't owe him anything. Every time you talk about this one I just--I cam see it messes you up.
[Jer voice goes soft, almost plaintive.] You didn't mess up. He's the messed up one for not seeing that you're trying to look after him. And you shouldn't...you try so hard and he's a stupid motherfucker for not noticing.