[ He's still doing good. It feels like it's flaring up, being consumed by a flame and leaving nothing but raw emotion; it's real. She knew the ego was all an act -- or, at least partially so -- and in a way, it's refreshing to see him be frank. The only thing is the level of it. Part of her wants to call it as melodramatic, but the other part can see that it's deeper than that. Something rooted, something pained within him that's probably spent so damn long being hurt, being alone. To have a found family you usually have to be without one of your own first.
She doesn't want to speculate about what might have left its mark on him, but she knew they could relate better than it seemed on the surface. It had been an inkling she'd had since day one. Nanu had told her a bit about him and she didn't doubt there was more than he was willing to say to her... but they're both standing here and this feels like time isn't moving anymore, not even as he loudly berates himself.
Without fear, Jill goes for those hands of his, slipping hers over his to get him to ease up on his hair and then pull them away from his face with a hard jerk. Tugging down so he is forced to look her in the eyes. Her gaze isn't quite wild, but it echoes something harder and deeper and hurting. It's a level of complicated, indescribable upset. It takes her a moment to finally speak, firm and without her voice raised. It lacks any of that playfulness she's known for, but isn't judging or harsh. There's no condemnation to come from her. ]
Don't. There's nothing wrong with you, Guzma. [ She keeps her hands on his with an almost crushing hold, but there's no violence to it. Something trickles in, warm and soothing and enveloping. Like sunlight hitting your shoulders just right on a cool day. ] I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you like that. You know if something was wrong I would've literally picked you up and thrown your ass out the door. You need to relax right now and take a breather -- inhale through your nose and slowly exhale through your mouth. Got it?
[ She keeps her eyes on his, still standing near him without flinching or pulling away. There's no discomfort or revulsion, only concern about his well-being. ]
You can't let that anger burn you up, too. Take control of it.
it's working out perfectly
She doesn't want to speculate about what might have left its mark on him, but she knew they could relate better than it seemed on the surface. It had been an inkling she'd had since day one. Nanu had told her a bit about him and she didn't doubt there was more than he was willing to say to her... but they're both standing here and this feels like time isn't moving anymore, not even as he loudly berates himself.
Without fear, Jill goes for those hands of his, slipping hers over his to get him to ease up on his hair and then pull them away from his face with a hard jerk. Tugging down so he is forced to look her in the eyes. Her gaze isn't quite wild, but it echoes something harder and deeper and hurting. It's a level of complicated, indescribable upset. It takes her a moment to finally speak, firm and without her voice raised. It lacks any of that playfulness she's known for, but isn't judging or harsh. There's no condemnation to come from her. ]
Don't. There's nothing wrong with you, Guzma. [ She keeps her hands on his with an almost crushing hold, but there's no violence to it. Something trickles in, warm and soothing and enveloping. Like sunlight hitting your shoulders just right on a cool day. ] I'm sorry I didn't mean to hit you like that. You know if something was wrong I would've literally picked you up and thrown your ass out the door. You need to relax right now and take a breather -- inhale through your nose and slowly exhale through your mouth. Got it?
[ She keeps her eyes on his, still standing near him without flinching or pulling away. There's no discomfort or revulsion, only concern about his well-being. ]
You can't let that anger burn you up, too. Take control of it.