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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

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[headjacked]

Well, figure your own shit out, then. [ Now he really doesn't know what Charlie wants. At all. ] I don't know your hot buttons, and obviously, I hit one. And you don't know mine. Neither of us are psychic.

I said sorry, and I am, and I left it alone 'cause you obviously wanted that. But here you are. You keep saying, I don't wanna think you're a tool, a shitty person, like you expect something else from me. What do you WANT?

[mightyratslayer]

[God, this is such a mess. He shouldn't have messaged Rhys in the first place. What got fucked up this time? He was trying so hard. Ugh. Now he's just the same amount of angry that he was before, but he also feels... Sticky. Like heartburn but in his head.

It's the kind of feeling he gets when he's been thinking too hard for too long and still can't figure out which way is up. Dennis used to make him feel this way a lot. And Frank and his mom. Beckett did a little bit too, and Watson, but only sometimes with Watson. What is this? He doesn't like it. It's gross.]

I don't know, man. I guess I wanted you to give me some reason not to think that stuff. Like, all this people think you're alright and I can't for the life of me figure out why, but there's gotta be something, right? But you just keep talking down to me like I'm an idiot.

[headjacked]

Alright, so. How did you think I was going to go about that. Proving I'm a good guy in a single conversation.

[mightyratslayer]

...Not talking down to me like I'm an idiot would be a good start. [Is this guy even hearing what Charlie's saying? Is he hearing himself?]

And, like, there's a lot of space between being a good guy and being a bad guy. Like, gray area, y'know? [He demonstrates said gap by holding up his hands.] I'm not saying you gotta prove you're a good guy, just that you're not terrible.

[headjacked]

Mmmokay, bud, I'll get right on that vague-ass request of yours.

[ Sarcasm isn't making him feel better either, shockingly.

God, he wishes he had something to cut through the random pain-stabbies. They're not helping with his irritability. ]

I'll work on that and maybe you work on not taking LITERALLY EVERYTHING as me insinuating you're an idiot. Deal?

[mightyratslayer]

Uh...

[What's going on here? Something about this feels off, like Rhys isn't hearing what he's saying or maybe his words aren't coming out right. He doesn't know how to be clearer, and he doesn't think he's asking for all that much, and he doesn't think he's just taking stuff too hard... But maybe he is. He has no idea anymore. All he knows is that his head feels muddy, kind of like when he huffs too much glue before going to sleep.]

Okay. Fine. Whatever, dude. I feel like we're on two totally different pages, but fine.

[Is it fine, though? Charlie's way angrier than he was before this conversation, and now his head's all gummed up and he feels sticky on top of it all. This backfired spectacularly.] How does that solve anything, though?