[Of all times for her to show something resembling good judgement... no, impossible. It's going to end with something about either the power of friendship or the pointlessness of revenge. He just knows it.]
Really? Nothing about the error of my ways? No cloying assurance about how I can talk to you anytime if I want to get some existential angst off my chest?
[Ginger stares at his response for what feels like a long, long time. She could say all those things. In fact, normally she might say some of those things. Maybe not about revenge, because she's never really dealt with that sort of thing, but she'd offer to talk and admit she doesn't think that beating people up is ever a good thing to do under the worst of circumstances...but no. This is Beckett. Her normal attitude has never done much for him, and she's not in the mood for more verbal berating.]
No, nothing. I promise. Nobody knows what they may or may not need better than you do and it isn't any of my business. All that matters to me is that you don't need first aid.
[It felt like a struggle to write it. She tried so many different phrases before she found one she liked, and it still feels wrong. She wants to tell him he can talk to her, only if he needs it, only if he wants to. Maybe if they were still face to face, she wouldn't have been able to help herself. But here, she can help herself. She has all the time she needs to be careful. And her face and her voice isn't there to betray her more sincere feelings on the matter.]
[A similar long pause follows on Beckett's end. He could still lash out at her, but it just doesn't feel worth it. It won't get him anything. He's not even particularly angry anymore. He just feels like a fool. Don't get involved. Don't take sides. He's made so many mistakes...
If she's not going to antagonise him - or do all those things that are as good as antagonising him and are just worse because she doesn't mean them - then he isn't going to do it to her. That's simpler. That's just letting things be.]
I don't suppose Clayton told you anything useful about pain from head injuries? He got me once. The cane. It isn't serious, but it's hard to sleep with a headache.
[And if this counts as asking for a favour... well, he can let it slide, just this once.]
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Date: 2016-03-03 08:47 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2016-03-03 02:28 pm (UTC)Re: text;
Date: 2016-03-03 04:42 pm (UTC)ok good
good that you aren't injured I mean.
I just wanted to make sure.
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Date: 2016-03-04 10:58 am (UTC)Really? Nothing about the error of my ways? No cloying assurance about how I can talk to you anytime if I want to get some existential angst off my chest?
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Date: 2016-03-04 08:48 pm (UTC)No, nothing. I promise.
Nobody knows what they may or may not need better than you do and it isn't any of my business.
All that matters to me is that you don't need first aid.
[It felt like a struggle to write it. She tried so many different phrases before she found one she liked, and it still feels wrong. She wants to tell him he can talk to her, only if he needs it, only if he wants to. Maybe if they were still face to face, she wouldn't have been able to help herself. But here, she can help herself. She has all the time she needs to be careful. And her face and her voice isn't there to betray her more sincere feelings on the matter.]
I can't with her T__________T
Date: 2016-03-05 03:12 pm (UTC)If she's not going to antagonise him - or do all those things that are as good as antagonising him and are just worse because she doesn't mean them - then he isn't going to do it to her. That's simpler. That's just letting things be.]
I don't suppose Clayton told you anything useful about pain from head injuries? He got me once. The cane. It isn't serious, but it's hard to sleep with a headache.
[And if this counts as asking for a favour... well, he can let it slide, just this once.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 07:13 am (UTC)[Shh Beckett just give her that one. Getting hit in the cane does sound like an owie. Even if it's not...the same kind of owies that House got today.]
no I'm sorry...I, like, know a few home recipes for headaches but nothing for head injuries
[And it's not like they really have the resources for home recipes.]
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Date: 2016-03-21 12:18 pm (UTC)[He does what he can. Which isn't much, but maybe if he sticks to text the inevitable sarcasm won't come across too badly.]
I'd take a home recipe if I thought it could be obtained here. But thank you for the thought, nonetheless. I suppose it'll go away on its own.