11 ☕ Voice

[psychic_hotline]

[Backdated to about half an hour after the end of the flood.  She sounds...tired, and not embarrassed exactly but very God-I-wish-that-hadn't-happened.]

I want to apologize to anybody I yelled at, threatened, punched, kicked, bit or shot at during the flood.

[Or aggressively fourth-walled.  Mr. Grayson.]

It was a phase.

Tim, if you could come let me out of Zero and bring my Item and my gun that'd be great.

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[surfaceshine]

Well, it's not like trying to talk down a pissed off, panicked teenager with a revolver is the smartest thing I've ever done.

Not the dumbest either, for the record, but Dad would say I pretty much deserved what I got. You just grazed me.

It's fine.

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[psychic_hotline]

Okay. Good. And - thanks, by the way. For trying.

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[surfaceshine]

I couldn't not. I'm only sorry I couldn't seem to find the brakes on that whole thing.

[He hesitates, not quite balking; it's plenty of warning that he's trying to figure out how to ask or open the door to be told about what was going on. When he can't, he just goes ahead and lets his expression turn a bit more serious.]

Look, you ain't huddled in a corner or anything so I'm gonna assume either someone better qualified than me helped you with that crap, or you're dealing with it alright on your own, but uh. Some of the stuff you were saying, that sounded pretty fucked up.

[It's not exactly asking if you just make observations, right?]

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[psychic_hotline]

[There's a pause. If she'd had to start from scratch, she wouldn't say a goddamn word, but it's not as difficult to just confirm things that her younger self already shot her mouth off about.]

...I was always an angry kid, but my dad was murdered when I was twelve, and after that I just imploded. I was too 'physically volatile' for the first two shrinks and the third one kidnapped me and held me for two months.

I don't remember exactly what happened, but if I did I don't think I'd wanna talk about it. You know? I still don't know why it happened.

[Could make an educated guess, though.]

It was pretty fucked up.

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[surfaceshine]

What? [It's all too easy to imagine - Dean's father had been murdered (even if it was John's choice it's still murder) much later in his life but he'd still managed to implode in his own way, and he gets that. He does.

He didn't need that as a reason to distrust shrinks, and when he hears it, the weird neutrality of his expression darkens just a bit until he's nodding, just once, almost curtly. He gets not wanting to think or talk about it, too.

He certainly wants to, because they're in agreement, but it's not about him.]

No, okay, I know. I just... Okay. Next time just make with the linebacker-tackling and take you out to dinner later. Got it.