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[.....oops]

what am i looking for?

[Since there is not really a good way to explain how in the dog house he is over text, Trauma just links him to the article naming him. ]

Trouble.

[well, he's awake now. he's also in for some shit isnt he?]

oh... good to know.

Yeah. Good to know for me too.

[Noooooo not a passive aggressive comment because it's hard to get 'why the fuck wasn't I aware of this possible problem until ten minutes ago' through in a text message. That sounds like something to shout about in person, thank you very much.]

[i take it there will be some 'in person' going on soon. if claudio was smart he'd take off for a bit until terry cooled off but really... that wont happen]

look
not like this situation is that bad
been in worse places
ill be fine

[Very. He's on his way back. And likely to piss off the store clerk who has to put away the cart that he's just going to leave there. Fuck it.]

How could you not think this through

this is serious claudio you were already a target for this shit and you know it

[he groans, laying back on the bed and giving up going ANYWHERE now. This was going to be a nightmaaaaareeeee]

yeah well
i helped
its not a big deal
im safe and the world will forget about me again after a while
dont stress out about it and for fucks sake dont tell jinx

[And Trauma was hoping at least a little that he wouldn't have to be the one to bring up what might be his biggest problem with all of this. .....He's...just going to be progressively more upset on the ride home. It's going to be fun by the time he gets back. :| ]

Not the only problem

ill be home soon

[shit....]

[god damn...]

[fuck....]

[He's so i n for a bad night. But he was being good, and was staying put.]

yeah... ill be here.

[Trauma's in something of a terrible mood by the time he gets home, and he drops his stuff at the door, before heading up to their room. He goes in and he looks kind of terrible. The way he does when he lets his head turn a few too many times on its own before checking in with the rest of the world. He's basically a cloud of angst and irritation.]

...Hey.

[And awkwardness. That too. ]

[Claudio has been laying out on the bed all this time, not daring to leave. He has drawings here and there, paper, images from things he doesn't want to know. A pile of papers crumbled up at the side.]

[When Trauma comes in he sits up, looking up at the ball of angst and irritation. He could tell he upset the guy, by going in and getting in trouble. He didn't MEAN to be recognized. He had stayed invisible the whole time! He's not really sure how they know he was there anyhow...]

...Hey.

[guilty face! oh god... he frowned, looking down] Look, it ain't a big deal. Nothing's going to come of it. It's just another name in a paper. They have no proof...

[Trauma has stayee back against the door, and is pulling his 'no eye contact' bullshit. Which is pretty much the least useful thing he could do, but fuck you, he's got a right to do whatever the fuck he wants.....and not just because feeling mind controlled is making him feel contrary. No.]

Are you saying that because you want me to believe it, or cause that's what you actually think?

[Dio sat up more, a brow raised at that. He expected Trauma to be mad, yes. After all, to his name in the papers and all, but still... what was he on about?]

I just don't think it's that big of a deal. I'll lay low for a while. It's not a big deal...

[He's so clueless]

[Trauma actually does look at him, to try and gauge what the fuck was going on and is almost irrationally pissed off when all he sees is confusion. It flickers across his face for a moment before he just closes off. Right. Fine. So it is going to be him.]

Okay. Fine.

[Trauma looks fairly closed off, but considering the fact that his eyes have gone red, it's pretty clear to see something is wrong, though he sounds more bitter than angry when he talks.]

Gonna ask this once.

.....What the hell did you do.

[Ooookay. That? That had him moving, standing up now. The red eyes, the sound of his voice. He looked more so confused then a moment before. Standing, coming nearer he had his hands raised up]

I swear. I didn't get hurt or nothing. Didn't hurt no one! I went there. Joined the group of them but they didn't even know I was there. Stayed invisible! I told you, I wouldn't drag anyone in with me. Couldn't get the gate open anyhow. So I went looking. Helped some girl out of a trap, but she didn't even see me. Seriously, man. There's no evidence that I was even there!

[Because, was that what this was all about? The news? He didn't know how they knew! maybe form his talking to Mary? He wasn't sure, but this wasn't at all reason to go red eyed]

Seriously. I'll lay low for a while. It'll blow over. Be fine. When I came back and said I was alright I wasn't fibbing. Nothing happened. I didn't do anything.

That's not what I'm talking about! [There's a beat where Trauma pauses, because, yes. Still problematic.]...Still not happy about it, but not what I'm talking about.

[He takes a breath, and tries to calm down on autopilot because by now he tries his damnedest to not get angry or lose track of what he's doing. Power malfunctions are not in his plans. He wants to get through this conversation, damn it!]

What. The hell. Did you do. To me. I couldn't-[He cuts off, because now, he sounds like a crazy person. Fucking fuck.] Look....I didn't even know what happened, not really, until this morning.

[Well.]

[If he didn't look confused before, he did now.]

[And Terry didn't look.... okay. Mad, okay, but not about--wait, what?]

I didn't do anything to you? [No, really, he was fucking confused!] You came home, got mad at me. I got mad back. I told you like it was and what I was going to do and you didn't agree. We talked, I said I wouldn't drag anyone else in with me, and that was that. You let me go and I didn't get killed.

You.. don't remember that? Dude, I almost fucking hit you till those ninja reflexes kicked in.

I didn't remember it happened. At all.

I...I think I even tried to find it, figure out what was going on? And it's like I couldn't. I had no idea. [Trauma is still red eyed, though he looks a little less mad and a little closer to confused, too.] And then when I saw the article, I remembered.

So...What the hell happened?

[god, none of what he was saying made sense...]

Remember what!? What the hell do you think happened, because I have no damn clue what you're talking about! I just told you what happened. I was talking to Mary. I got up to leave. You stopped me. We talked. You told me no, I said fuck you. You told me I wasn't thinking and I said I got it under control. We agreed and I left. End of story. How is that so hard to understand?

[frustrated in his confusion]

In what universe would I have agreed?

[And this is the part that is bothering him, because if nothing else, he knows he would've followed to play getaway car or to keep an eye on things or something. So why the hell didn't he? He knows himself, and he knows there was something wrong.]

Think about it. When have I ever agreed to stupid shit like that? When? Especially that fucking easy.

So. What the fuck happened.

You call that easy!? [his voice was louder, more surprised and a bit indignant] I don't know, maybe thought you might have trusted me for once?

I don't fuckin' know. We stood here and talked about it forever. I didn't want to get there any later then you were already making me.

I don't know what the fuck happened! I already said, we talked and that was that. You didn't freak out on me for a change.

[Trauma just gives him a look that basically amounts to 'oh really' and he just leans back against the door.]

It was a stupid move then, it's still a stupid move looking back on it. Those people have it in for you. [He sort of gains momentum as he goes, because fuck this shit.] Who knows, there might be some fucking law where they still own you and getting yourself on their radar is stupid.

[There's a beat, and he continues because Goddamn it, this is a point too, even if he doesn't want to get into a tactics argument about the stupid plan where things went wrong just like he said they would anyway.]

And Tactically what you were planning was more dangerous than what the group was. Which...also stupid. And. If you call me pointing that out because I give a shit "not trusting you" and "making you late", that sounds like your own problem.

Edited 2012-08-15 07:44 (UTC)

[And here he was about to do the adult thing... which was to look annoyed, roll his eyes, cross his arms, pace a bit, and then give up by throwing his arms up in the air and growling a bit]

Fuck, I don't want to get into the many, many ways that I am completely stupid. I'm actually, stupidly, more interested in why you say you don't remember anything. You come in here going all red eyed and mad at me and I didn't do anything that you weren't there for!

[He moved to flop down on the end of the bed, elbows propped on his knees, looking upset, annoyed and confused] I get it. Personal problems. Don't make excuses. Don't whine about shit. Fine. But I'd be more concerned about you not remembering that argument then anything else.

Don't.

[Trauma rolls his eyes because the overdramatic crap is crap, at least as far as Trauma is concerned.He crosses his arms and glares. Coping mechanisms are what they are.]

I don't know, okay? Point is, I didn't agree. Why the fuck would I just give up? And It's not that I didn't remember the argument. I didn't remember the whole thing. I didn't remember you'd gone. At all.

[Aaaaaand memory lapses are a problem, and would be scarier if he didn't suddenly remember it all as of this morning.]

And then it came back.

[Pause.]

That doesn't happen.

[It was Dio's turn to be the man if few words right now. He sat there, leaning on his knees, glaring at the ground, because he was in an argument and he wasn't even CLEAR on what the hell he DID this time other then go off to be stupid at the grounds, which Terry already said wasn't the main problem but---]

[But what? He was frustrated, rubbing his head now.] I thought you said you didn't remember? Now you do? So if you remember why not tell me what I did to make you so pissed at me.

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