[ a pause. stiles isn't hurt - he knows men like james, he knows that that's a lie - but there's only so much rejection he can take before it starts wriggling under his skin and making him feel like the same nerdy loser kid he was all through school, before the trials and tribulations of 9th grade became the supernatural terrors of his 10th and it all just sort of stopped mattering. stiles hesitates, but ultimately just - ]
[There's a long silence, no immediate response from Logan - as if maybe that's it. Kaput, over, conversation happily ended. But after approximately four minutes and thirty eight seconds comes a delayed and still rather short reply for the sake of replying (for Stiles' sake,) and no real investment in the question of:]
[ those four and a half minutes suck pretty hard, honestly, but when logan sends him a message - even if it is just for his sake - it makes stiles feel way better. he's got a lot going on in his life, both here and at home, and independence is definitely nothing new to him... but at the end of the day, he's a kid who's scared he might never see his dad again. having a connection like this really helps, even if stiles only sorta realizes that's why he's gotten attached so quickly. ]
I know, right?! Like! I feel like an asshole, honestly. I wasn't really shy about how queasy that made me. Was literally two or three seconds short of just puking all over my phone and sending 'em a video clip. But, like. It's what they do! Some people eat rats. Who the hell am I to judge? The garbage I've put in my body would make even the most hardened of janitors retch.
[Logan can't judge, he's done a lot of borderline fucked up and desperate things in his own life - but there's no fucking way he'd be eating rats right now unless they were on the verge of starvation. Which, you know, they could very well be in a while yet. This place is a fucking nightmare.]
Hey, thanks. We can't all be as sociable and as charming as you, man. Making friends is tough work for us normal guys.
[ he's being a dick now, so - yeah, solid sign that he's in a good mood again. ]
I kinda don't know anything about you, other than "old" and "sick" and "mean". That could describe the witch that ate Hansel and Gretel just as easily as it could describe you. How've you been holding up? In general.
[Logan squints at his screen - taking up more time just to fiddle with it, trying to increase the font size because he doesn't have any glasses on him. He snorts to himself over Stiles' question because, really, no good'll come from digging into who James really is here. "I'm fine, so's my kid. And her clone."]
Suppose it depends on your perspective. And on what kind of wraith or ghoul we're dealing with. What are we talking here? Ghosts? Zombies? Mummies? Do you ever think about how fucked up it is that mummies became this cheesy go to monster movie villain when they're just... elaborately embalmed corpses? Mummification had some pretty huge cultural significance, but man, cartoons really went out of their way to mock those beliefs.
[ another pause. ]
You're not in any danger, are you? These aren't people you've killed, right?
[ no judgment (yet), just. yeah. ruling out options. ]
[ he's kind of not, actually, but he's not willing to get into the whole the-nausea-i-get-from-my-early-onset-dementia-makes-keeping-an-appetite-difficult-so-i'm-just-not-really-eating thing. so. he veers away from that topic change pretty quick. ]
You gonna tell them? I think if someone had lived through my future, I'd want to know what they knew.
What - everyone died in a tragic, grisly accident or something? Limbs everywhere, blood all over the place, that kind of thing? Doesn't really matter, man. That's not your call to make.
Oh, we're done talking about it. He's decided we're done talking about it, so we're done talking about it. You should at least give them the option. That's all. "I know what happens to you in my potentially non-diverging timeline, I can tell you if you want to know what you might be getting into", that kind of thing. But. Fine. We're done talking about it. Done. We're done.
Buddy. Bro. Friend! I'm touched. I feel the same way. We're pals. Comrades. Amigos. Don't go to sleep yet. There's so much stuff we've gotta talk about! Crushes on girls, teachers we hate. What song we're going to perform together. You know, when we sign up for competitive rollerskating.
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deerington | inbox for James "Logan" Howlett
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Just telling you I'm giving up. Didn't want you worrying.
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Okay.
Sorry for bugging you.
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someone's actually eating rats?
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I know, right?! Like!
I feel like an asshole, honestly. I wasn't really shy about how queasy that made me. Was literally two or three seconds short of just puking all over my phone and sending 'em a video clip.
But, like. It's what they do! Some people eat rats. Who the hell am I to judge? The garbage I've put in my body would make even the most hardened of janitors retch.
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good to see you're making friends
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[ he's being a dick now, so - yeah, solid sign that he's in a good mood again. ]
I kinda don't know anything about you, other than "old" and "sick" and "mean". That could describe the witch that ate Hansel and Gretel just as easily as it could describe you.
How've you been holding up? In general.
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fine. few people i know are here
sort of.
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[ stiles isn't naive enough to just... assume this is something worth celebrating. ]
That a good thing or a bad thing?
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Suppose it depends on your perspective. And on what kind of wraith or ghoul we're dealing with.
What are we talking here? Ghosts? Zombies? Mummies?
Do you ever think about how fucked up it is that mummies became this cheesy go to monster movie villain when they're just... elaborately embalmed corpses? Mummification had some pretty huge cultural significance, but man, cartoons really went out of their way to mock those beliefs.
[ another pause. ]
You're not in any danger, are you?
These aren't people you've killed, right?
[ no judgment (yet), just. yeah. ruling out options. ]
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so I guess it doesn't really matter
[Weird to see them, though. At least it's not as painful as it could be. Time for a topic change:]
you got enough food to eat, kid?
rats excluded
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[ he's kind of not, actually, but he's not willing to get into the whole the-nausea-i-get-from-my-early-onset-dementia-makes-keeping-an-appetite-difficult-so-i'm-just-not-really-eating thing. so. he veers away from that topic change pretty quick. ]
You gonna tell them?
I think if someone had lived through my future, I'd want to know what they knew.
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Doesn't really matter, man. That's not your call to make.
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not yours to make either. we're done talking about it
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You should at least give them the option. That's all. "I know what happens to you in my potentially non-diverging timeline, I can tell you if you want to know what you might be getting into", that kind of thing.
But.
Fine.
We're done talking about it.
Done. We're done.
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What wouldn't they want to know about?
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These bony little shoulders of mine are good for leaning on. That's all.
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call me if you actually need something. food, water, tangible shit.
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Kinda just sounds like you said we're making friends.
Do you think we're friends?
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I am in fact turning this off and going to sleep
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I feel the same way. We're pals. Comrades. Amigos.
Don't go to sleep yet. There's so much stuff we've gotta talk about! Crushes on girls, teachers we hate.
What song we're going to perform together. You know, when we sign up for competitive rollerskating.
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