[He runs one hand down his face, remembering that conversation - and what a far off dream it feels like now - before going back to his water.]
So many of my hobbies were born out of wanting to help people, and then helping Hiro from there... [He doesn't really know what else to do. Not when he really sits down and thinks about. He still likes robotics and engineering, but to what end if he isn't helping anyone?]
[ She tries not to watch him when he makes physical the toll of the conversation, turns her attention to the conveyor and takes another plate to keep from intruding too far. It doesn't make much of a difference to her — not when she can feel the roil of grief, of low confusion, the fatigue of treading water without knowing how deep the bottom is or how far away the shore. Even when people know she feels it all, they forget; at times like this, it's kindness to let them forget. ]
... But you're even less used, to having nothing to do. No commitments. Nothing depending on you, whether you've chosen it or not. [ Her expression is a little soft, a little wry. ] Does that sound right?
It is really uncanny how you can do that sometimes. [He means it in a positive way! He's also not used to being read that well.]
No, I'm.. really not used to any of that. It's still weird trying to adjust to it. [He rests his cheek on one hand, elbow on the counter just watching her for a moment. She's come a long way from the girl who holed herself up in her apartment that he had to bring food to for weeks.]
[ The confession is quiet, but the meaning is clear. It is often a rare and special thing, to be so well-seen and understood, but for her, they can seem as bright and clear as the light of the noonday sun. Even beyond empathy, she is good at understanding people, at recognizing hurt and the places it's buried. The true rare thing is feeling trust enough to say anything. To feel strength enough to try. ]
But... that is a dangerous way of thinking of it. "Eventually." That's a passive approach. If you treat it like that, you'll acclimate to whatever comes easiest, and easy is always more of the same. Sadness builds its own house, whether you're looking at it or not. Hurt feeds hurt. A boat that's gone adrift will stay adrift, until it sinks.
[It genuinely really is. And while yes of course Tadashi listens to everyone and considers what he's told, Ruka's words always hold a little more weight to them for Tadashi. He does look a little reprimanded, settling both hands around his glass.]
You're not wrong. I guess I just get afraid of setting some kind of date or 'when' I should be used it, then failing. Which is ridiculous because failing is part of every process and it's how we learn and improve, but - you get me.
Then don't make it a 'when.' Time isn't really the constant here it would be anywhere else.
[ Between losing it to zipping out-and-back, exports and alternate dimensions, the loops and the rewinds and the jumps forward — and even excluding all that, it's hard to make commitments like that. It's hard to plan a future like that, when chaos and upheaval are more common than peace. Hell, she and Jaime don't even have a date set yet, and that's something they're looking forward to. ]
... It's harder, because nothing's really permanent. The lives we lived before we got here, we can't change those — but nothing about our future is cast in stone. There's no promise that any one person will ever come back, but, there's no real way of saying they won't, either. I mean... I was gone, for a long time. So were you. That friend of yours, that just came back. People I was sure I could never see again, but...
... [ Even in her own head, she doesn't know how to finish that thought. There are too many people she means. Too many people that, because of her choices, her mistakes, no longer fit in her life the way they're supposed to. Too many people she's failed, and no way to make amends. ]
... ... If your brother came back next week, what would you want to tell him?
[It depends on so many factors - which version of his brother is it? Does he remember this place? How much of this place does he remember? If he doesn't remember, is he from before or after the fire? Before or after he knew Callaghan did it?]
...I guess ultimately I'd want to tell him how proud I am of him. I know what he's doing back home and...I mean it, I'm proud of him.
That's a good start, [ she says, a wry little smile on her face as she takes another plate off the belt, ] though that's really best for when you want both of you crying, and him to not ask you any questions.
[ Well. At least she's honest. ]
What I meant, was... if he comes back and finds out you've been here for, six months, nine months, a year without him... two years. Four years. He'd want to know what you've been doing. The things you've focused on. The things that have mattered to you, here.
Because... even if you don't know, yet, what you really want to do... at least you'll have something to say.
[God, Ruka really knows how to get someone speechless. But he smiles a little, both amusement and mild irritation. Not serious enough to be mad though.]
True.
So is everyone I know going to get on my case about finding hobbies or...
[ He smiles, but he's tense, too — and putting it like that means it's something other people have pointed out, too. It's good to have so many people care, of course... but it's not good if it's all the same advice he can't take, or doesn't know how to. A tension like that... it's not hard to grow into resentment.
In that case... ]
... Nobody's gone through the exact same thing as you, Tadashi. So, there isn't anyone who will have a perfect answer for you, either. Nobody can force you to do something you don't want to do, but nobody can force your heart to feel something that isn't there — or take away something that is. [ Well. Ethically speaking. Because she could, but, uh, literally nobody wants that. ] If you're not willing, or you're not ready, for whatever someone else thinks might help you, it's no good to force it, either.
[ She pauses, turning her head to look him over — as always, her gaze is too heavy, too keen. Always looking through more layers than the surface. ]
[He watches her, having sort of forgotten his food because this is a heavier conversation than he'd planned on having right now - especially after his... fight? Argument? Whatever it was with Wally that left him feeling a little raw in a way he's not used to.]
It sounds like it'd be more a conversation to have over drinks.
[Is he a drinker? Is she a drinker? Who knows. The only drink he'd ever had was with Callaghan after a rough conversation so it feels apt.]
You've already given me a lot to think about, Ruka.
[ is she a drinker TADASHI... THIS SWEET SUMMER CHILD... DOESN'T KNOW SHE'S BARELY NO-LONGER AN ALCOHOLIC... this wholesome lad. ]
They have sake, you know. We can get drinks if you want drinks.
[ She says it like that, and she sees the look on his face — the focus, the way he looks at her like he doesn't quite know who he's looking at. ]
But, I suppose I should take that as a 'no' anyway. [ He's pretty evasive when it comes to himself, but it's hard to say whether it's something Tadashi is good at, or he simply isn't used to the scrutiny. ] It doesn't sound like you're ready to hear it.
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[He runs one hand down his face, remembering that conversation - and what a far off dream it feels like now - before going back to his water.]
So many of my hobbies were born out of wanting to help people, and then helping Hiro from there... [He doesn't really know what else to do. Not when he really sits down and thinks about. He still likes robotics and engineering, but to what end if he isn't helping anyone?]
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[ She tries not to watch him when he makes physical the toll of the conversation, turns her attention to the conveyor and takes another plate to keep from intruding too far. It doesn't make much of a difference to her — not when she can feel the roil of grief, of low confusion, the fatigue of treading water without knowing how deep the bottom is or how far away the shore. Even when people know she feels it all, they forget; at times like this, it's kindness to let them forget. ]
... But you're even less used, to having nothing to do. No commitments. Nothing depending on you, whether you've chosen it or not. [ Her expression is a little soft, a little wry. ] Does that sound right?
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No, I'm.. really not used to any of that. It's still weird trying to adjust to it. [He rests his cheek on one hand, elbow on the counter just watching her for a moment. She's come a long way from the girl who holed herself up in her apartment that he had to bring food to for weeks.]
I'm.. sure I'll get used to it. Eventually.
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[ The confession is quiet, but the meaning is clear. It is often a rare and special thing, to be so well-seen and understood, but for her, they can seem as bright and clear as the light of the noonday sun. Even beyond empathy, she is good at understanding people, at recognizing hurt and the places it's buried. The true rare thing is feeling trust enough to say anything. To feel strength enough to try. ]
But... that is a dangerous way of thinking of it. "Eventually." That's a passive approach. If you treat it like that, you'll acclimate to whatever comes easiest, and easy is always more of the same. Sadness builds its own house, whether you're looking at it or not. Hurt feeds hurt. A boat that's gone adrift will stay adrift, until it sinks.
[ Great pep-talk. ]
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You're not wrong. I guess I just get afraid of setting some kind of date or 'when' I should be used it, then failing. Which is ridiculous because failing is part of every process and it's how we learn and improve, but - you get me.
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[ Between losing it to zipping out-and-back, exports and alternate dimensions, the loops and the rewinds and the jumps forward — and even excluding all that, it's hard to make commitments like that. It's hard to plan a future like that, when chaos and upheaval are more common than peace. Hell, she and Jaime don't even have a date set yet, and that's something they're looking forward to. ]
... It's harder, because nothing's really permanent. The lives we lived before we got here, we can't change those — but nothing about our future is cast in stone. There's no promise that any one person will ever come back, but, there's no real way of saying they won't, either. I mean... I was gone, for a long time. So were you. That friend of yours, that just came back. People I was sure I could never see again, but...
... [ Even in her own head, she doesn't know how to finish that thought. There are too many people she means. Too many people that, because of her choices, her mistakes, no longer fit in her life the way they're supposed to. Too many people she's failed, and no way to make amends. ]
... ... If your brother came back next week, what would you want to tell him?
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I don't know.
[It depends on so many factors - which version of his brother is it? Does he remember this place? How much of this place does he remember? If he doesn't remember, is he from before or after the fire? Before or after he knew Callaghan did it?]
...I guess ultimately I'd want to tell him how proud I am of him. I know what he's doing back home and...I mean it, I'm proud of him.
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[ Well. At least she's honest. ]
What I meant, was... if he comes back and finds out you've been here for, six months, nine months, a year without him... two years. Four years. He'd want to know what you've been doing. The things you've focused on. The things that have mattered to you, here.
Because... even if you don't know, yet, what you really want to do... at least you'll have something to say.
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True.
So is everyone I know going to get on my case about finding hobbies or...
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[ He smiles, but he's tense, too — and putting it like that means it's something other people have pointed out, too. It's good to have so many people care, of course... but it's not good if it's all the same advice he can't take, or doesn't know how to. A tension like that... it's not hard to grow into resentment.
In that case... ]
... Nobody's gone through the exact same thing as you, Tadashi. So, there isn't anyone who will have a perfect answer for you, either. Nobody can force you to do something you don't want to do, but nobody can force your heart to feel something that isn't there — or take away something that is. [ Well. Ethically speaking. Because she could, but, uh, literally nobody wants that. ] If you're not willing, or you're not ready, for whatever someone else thinks might help you, it's no good to force it, either.
[ She pauses, turning her head to look him over — as always, her gaze is too heavy, too keen. Always looking through more layers than the surface. ]
Do you want my advice?
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It sounds like it'd be more a conversation to have over drinks.
[Is he a drinker? Is she a drinker? Who knows. The only drink he'd ever had was with Callaghan after a rough conversation so it feels apt.]
You've already given me a lot to think about, Ruka.
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They have sake, you know. We can get drinks if you want drinks.
[ She says it like that, and she sees the look on his face — the focus, the way he looks at her like he doesn't quite know who he's looking at. ]
But, I suppose I should take that as a 'no' anyway. [ He's pretty evasive when it comes to himself, but it's hard to say whether it's something Tadashi is good at, or he simply isn't used to the scrutiny. ] It doesn't sound like you're ready to hear it.
[ a beat. ] We can still get drinks, though.