"I'm sure they will. Frankly, I don't care, I want you healthy and safe. If I get thrown in jail because you punched a wall, it's you who'd end up losing most, even considering how broken-hearted I would be."
That's the problem with two very intense people in a very intense relationship. Motherfuckers get crazy. Although, no, despite her worst fears, a grand gesture could never mean her death, no, no, no. From the time she was tiny until even in this very moment and forward, he craves to have her by his side at all times.
The problem is that she makes the mistake of expecting her daddy to be able to communicate and see things from the emotional perspective of a normal human being. It's a great handicap to him in arguments with people he loves, because even in situations where there are certain objective truths which do cut him a little slack--for instance, the fact that a hormone riddled teenaged girl who is fucking her daddy might act a little insane when daddy says he's going to marry someone else--but there are certain other objective truths which demonstrate the fact that he is an empathetically-challenged individual, indeed. The idea that Salome might feel as if she couldn't trust him after his grim honesty, for example--he couldn't wrap his head around that, he'd be crushed by it, or as crushed as he could be. So would Delilah, but it would make sense to her.
It's like being tone-deaf, a situation like this. He gets angry and panics because he doesn't understand and can't find a way out.
When he gets back to the bottom of the stairs to find her still standing there, he gives her a pleased look and puts his hand on her shoulder. "If I had known how much this was going to hurt you," he says, "I wouldn't have done it." He clears his throat and grabs his keys, hand on the base of her neck as he steers her to the garage and gets the car door for her. In mere seconds he's in the driver's side, throwing the machine into reverse, trying to map out the city in his head to decide which clinic to take her to.
"How's it feeling," he asks her, gently. "Is it sore, or do you really think something might be broken? You should have just hit me instead," he says with a humorless chuckle.
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Date: 2013-01-09 03:43 pm (UTC)That's the problem with two very intense people in a very intense relationship. Motherfuckers get crazy. Although, no, despite her worst fears, a grand gesture could never mean her death, no, no, no. From the time she was tiny until even in this very moment and forward, he craves to have her by his side at all times.
The problem is that she makes the mistake of expecting her daddy to be able to communicate and see things from the emotional perspective of a normal human being. It's a great handicap to him in arguments with people he loves, because even in situations where there are certain objective truths which do cut him a little slack--for instance, the fact that a hormone riddled teenaged girl who is fucking her daddy might act a little insane when daddy says he's going to marry someone else--but there are certain other objective truths which demonstrate the fact that he is an empathetically-challenged individual, indeed. The idea that Salome might feel as if she couldn't trust him after his grim honesty, for example--he couldn't wrap his head around that, he'd be crushed by it, or as crushed as he could be. So would Delilah, but it would make sense to her.
It's like being tone-deaf, a situation like this. He gets angry and panics because he doesn't understand and can't find a way out.
When he gets back to the bottom of the stairs to find her still standing there, he gives her a pleased look and puts his hand on her shoulder. "If I had known how much this was going to hurt you," he says, "I wouldn't have done it." He clears his throat and grabs his keys, hand on the base of her neck as he steers her to the garage and gets the car door for her. In mere seconds he's in the driver's side, throwing the machine into reverse, trying to map out the city in his head to decide which clinic to take her to.
"How's it feeling," he asks her, gently. "Is it sore, or do you really think something might be broken? You should have just hit me instead," he says with a humorless chuckle.