[ He says it with a whoosh of breath outward that's not quite a sigh. ]
And I think it might be good for Malcolm to learn how to let something go, himself. Realize when a relationship is more effort than it's worth. So it'll probably be better for both of you.
Guess it's more- I wish you'd have let me actually help when things were happening, rather than sifting through the ashes of both your escalations.
[ Dryly: ] I never said the problem wasn't communicating. The problem might be a way you both communicate that's extremely difficult to fix.
There were several points in the conversation I listened to that included an intuitive leap from one of you, something that wasn't true of the other. Maybe these had been addressed in previous conversations, but I doubt they all were. If I had the opportunity to step in and ask for clarification, I bet the whole thing wouldn't have turned into...that mess.
[Shaw rubs at her temples with both thumbs, closing her eyes.]
We could. Try again. But, Will, if the end result of all this is you thinking that Bright shouldn't have to make any adjustments in how he acts because masking sucks or whatever--
I don't think you're noticing the adjustments he's already making to try and accommodate you. The amount he's trying not to deduce and assume things. He is making an effort.
And he didn't see your adjustments...although you did a good job pointing them out. That might've helped.
Maybe if we'd tried this when it was first suggested. Now? Malcolm's not had the best luck with 'arranged meetings.'
Besides, on this boat? We all run into each other some time or another. Trust me, it'll probably happen eventually. But I'll float the idea his way and see what he thinks.
Neal intervened. He didn't want me to look like the bully when most people don't know why I would say rude things to the loveliest sassmaster on the Barge.
When I heard his voice asking for sympathy for his pain this morning, I wanted to put a kitchen knife through my phone. Does that make me a bad person? That I hope he's suffering, quaking under his bed, over the blue star right now?
I mean, I can't say I'd be upset if he were to have a week of being terrified and lonely.
But I'm also an inmate, so...
[ He shrugs, packing up a bag, before looking at the camera with seriousness. ]
I don't think you're a bad person, Malcolm. I think you're a good person who's been kicked around a few times too many. And you're having a hard time reconciling things.
[ Oh, thank goodness. They're both exhausted now. Will is quiet for a few minutes, making sure Buster gets some extra attention. But eventually he'll raise his voice again. ]
Did you know Iris can speak to dogs?
[ If Shaw is zoning out, he won't bother her further. But this popped up in his mind. ]
[ He doesn't take long, having packed an extra couple of (his own) shirts, just in case Malcolm wants a bit of an emotional security blanket. He's also got the money he was given, just in case they decide to do anything after the forest. He pats his dogs and tells them to 'be good,' even if neither of them need the instruction any longer.
And he's up on the deck shortly, looking out on the docking ring sweeping over them. It's certainly a different view. ]
[Malcolm is waiting for him, already a wolf, holding a note in his mouth. It says ‘Can you get my money out of my pants on the floor of my office?’ He also wants to have it in case he has time to do some shopping before coming back here. But wolves don’t have pockets.]
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