[ She opens her mouth to snark that there was a time where she was with him almost all the time, but closes it and bites her tongue. ]
He can be as stubborn as me when you hit the right buttons, but... maybe. I don’t know, maybe. Maybe he’ll listen better to you because of the whole... son. Thing.
[ Saying that aloud herself is even weirder than hearing North or Theta say it. But if he thinks of him like that, he’d want to do right by the kid, right? ]
[ South sighs. Her brow furrows to disguise a flash of something else. ]
We’re barely stable right now as it is. If this ‘problem’ is something he won’t even talk about to you or to York, then... doubt he wants me to hear it. Especially second-hand. I don’t know.
Exactly. I’m a lot of things, kid, but nosy isn’t one of ‘em. Besides, I don’t fuckin’ solve problems, remember? I cause them. Wouldn’t do him any good even if I knew. [ snort ] Hell, knowing us, somewhere down the line I probably fuckin’ helped cause it.
[ It’s not only North who’s set in one half of a dynamic they don’t know how to change. ]
[ South quirks a brow, just a little. This isn’t exactly high on her list of conversations she wants to have at ungodly hours of the morning, but that was one hell of an obvious topic shift. Does she care enough to call him on it? No, but she notices. ]
Ugh, once I’m awake that’s easier said than fuckin’ done. There’s a reason I didn’t want to get woken up.
[ It’s not as sharp as she might usually be towards him, and it’s also not a ‘no’, even if she doesn’t immediately move to stop sitting up. ]
[ She briefly considers heading out to wander the halls for a while, but she doesn’t need any more space for her mind to wander. So she shuffles quietly as she can yo lay back down, staring up at the ceiling.
After a long moment of silence, she quietly speaks up: ]
...will you let me know if shit gets really bad, kid? Not... details, but. I do love him, despite how much of a fuckin’ hypocrite he can get, and... well, everything else. And fuck knows he won’t tell me himself.
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[ She opens her mouth to snark that there was a time where she was with him almost all the time, but closes it and bites her tongue. ]
He can be as stubborn as me when you hit the right buttons, but... maybe. I don’t know, maybe. Maybe he’ll listen better to you because of the whole... son. Thing.
[ Saying that aloud herself is even weirder than hearing North or Theta say it. But if he thinks of him like that, he’d want to do right by the kid, right? ]
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Maybe, yeah. It's just...
[ Theta pauses, thinking. Then he scrambles up and stands on the edge of the bed. ]
Why haven't you asked me what the problem he has is?
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[ South sighs. Her brow furrows to disguise a flash of something else. ]
We’re barely stable right now as it is. If this ‘problem’ is something he won’t even talk about to you or to York, then... doubt he wants me to hear it. Especially second-hand. I don’t know.
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Exactly. I’m a lot of things, kid, but nosy isn’t one of ‘em. Besides, I don’t fuckin’ solve problems, remember? I cause them. Wouldn’t do him any good even if I knew. [ snort ] Hell, knowing us, somewhere down the line I probably fuckin’ helped cause it.
[ It’s not only North who’s set in one half of a dynamic they don’t know how to change. ]
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Do you want to go back to sleep? I don't mean to keep you up.
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[ South quirks a brow, just a little. This isn’t exactly high on her list of conversations she wants to have at ungodly hours of the morning, but that was one hell of an obvious topic shift. Does she care enough to call him on it? No, but she notices. ]
Ugh, once I’m awake that’s easier said than fuckin’ done. There’s a reason I didn’t want to get woken up.
[ It’s not as sharp as she might usually be towards him, and it’s also not a ‘no’, even if she doesn’t immediately move to stop sitting up. ]
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Didn’t say I wouldn’t try.
[ She briefly considers heading out to wander the halls for a while, but she doesn’t need any more space for her mind to wander. So she shuffles quietly as she can yo lay back down, staring up at the ceiling.
After a long moment of silence, she quietly speaks up: ]
...will you let me know if shit gets really bad, kid? Not... details, but. I do love him, despite how much of a fuckin’ hypocrite he can get, and... well, everything else. And fuck knows he won’t tell me himself.
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Yeah. I will.
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Thanks. And uh—
[ She frowns. There’s an apology for everything he saw in her head sitting on the tip of her tongue, but it doesn’t make it off. ]
Nevermind.
[ And then she rolls over to try and go back to sleep. ]