[ he shrugs, because he doesn't mind it. it's unreasonable and irrational and normally, he would take issue with both of those things. but neither of them are lucas's fault either. there is no point in getting riled up over the lingering remnants of eight years of brainwashing and abuse ]
It's an offer without expiration. I simply don't want you to be uncomfortable. It is more effort to hide things, so I don't bother.
If it makes you feel better, there's still plenty I don't know about you. But I will keep my questions to only what's necessary until you feel like some of the gap has been bridged.
[Scien really has endless patience for this fucking guy who is the hottest mess on the block.
This doesn't help make him feel any less uncomfortable, but it at least seems to ease his hackles a bit. That is also just because the emotional exhaustion is winning. He's experienced and learned so many things on this Tuesday that is just a Tuesday for Scien Brofiise.]
...I'll keep it in mind, then. [He doesn't know if he'll ever feel like the gap has been bridged, given it's one month until the ritual up against three years of knowledge, but the offer being there at all isn't a terrible thing. He looks back toward Scien.]
[ they really did talk about so much today. scien nods, accepting. ]
Keep taking your medicine. Tea for your throat, and gently ice the outside to ease the bruising. [ this really was a medical check-up at first and then it became so much else.
but because scien knows that it became so much else, and that lucas has been mentally struggling for so much of it, that he feels the need to acknowledge that ]
... thank you, for enduring this long. [ the mental strain of being in front of someone who he wants to kill but doesn't want to kill, on top of the unpleasantries of generally interacting with scien brofiise. it's selfish of me to enjoy when you stay is his small whisper of a thought that he immediately talks over: ] Go rest.
[He mentally notes it all - medicine, tea, ice - and nods somewhat absently. After his talk with Nehan, he'll take everything he needs to without fuss, though his bruising is old enough that he probably won't ice it.
The thanks gives him pause, though. The faint words that can barely be heard over Scien telling him to rest strike some strange chord in him, and his hands reflexively fold together, the grip briefly punishing. Beyond the exhaustion, his thoughts race, but he's far too tired to want to face any of that. For now, he eases back up to his feet, dusting himself off, straightening his clothing and fixing his hair so he doesn't look like he was just crying on the basement floor.]
...I'll return later.
[It's all he ends up saying, soft and quiet. It's a request he can turn down, but despite everything, he didn't hate this conversation. He didn't hate spending his time here.]
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It's an offer without expiration. I simply don't want you to be uncomfortable. It is more effort to hide things, so I don't bother.
If it makes you feel better, there's still plenty I don't know about you. But I will keep my questions to only what's necessary until you feel like some of the gap has been bridged.
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This doesn't help make him feel any less uncomfortable, but it at least seems to ease his hackles a bit. That is also just because the emotional exhaustion is winning. He's experienced and learned so many things on this Tuesday that is just a Tuesday for Scien Brofiise.]
...I'll keep it in mind, then. [He doesn't know if he'll ever feel like the gap has been bridged, given it's one month until the ritual up against three years of knowledge, but the offer being there at all isn't a terrible thing. He looks back toward Scien.]
For now, I'd like to leave.
[I'm tired.]
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Keep taking your medicine. Tea for your throat, and gently ice the outside to ease the bruising. [ this really was a medical check-up at first and then it became so much else.
but because scien knows that it became so much else, and that lucas has been mentally struggling for so much of it, that he feels the need to acknowledge that ]
... thank you, for enduring this long. [ the mental strain of being in front of someone who he wants to kill but doesn't want to kill, on top of the unpleasantries of generally interacting with scien brofiise. it's selfish of me to enjoy when you stay is his small whisper of a thought that he immediately talks over: ] Go rest.
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The thanks gives him pause, though. The faint words that can barely be heard over Scien telling him to rest strike some strange chord in him, and his hands reflexively fold together, the grip briefly punishing. Beyond the exhaustion, his thoughts race, but he's far too tired to want to face any of that. For now, he eases back up to his feet, dusting himself off, straightening his clothing and fixing his hair so he doesn't look like he was just crying on the basement floor.]
...I'll return later.
[It's all he ends up saying, soft and quiet. It's a request he can turn down, but despite everything, he didn't hate this conversation. He didn't hate spending his time here.]