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[If it gets past the 4th ring and he doesn't pick up it will go to answering machine.]

This is Claudio. Leave a message and I'll get back to you if I can.

[NV/Action]

Date: 2012-06-25 06:04 am (UTC)
mademyhell: (You do get you're an idiot right?)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
I did dumbass. And the one is actually in my bag. You threw it at me. Remember?

[Trauma raised his voice more than was socially acceptable in the last line, and promptly got about three disapproving stares. Oh. Right. He slid further down in his chair and started talking in something of a hush.]

Don't you think I know that? I thought you might not be that big of an asshole, that If I'd gone looking and found you that you might show yourself and-

[and he sounds like some kind of crazed idiotic glowing stalker and half the train seems to agree with that idea. Fucking fantastic. Why are they friends again?]
mademyhell: (Resignation. HAVE IT.)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
[Trauma was too busy glaring at people on the train to really notice how hard it was for Dio not to laugh. They didn't seem too nervous and so kept staring. Not that he'd want them to be because...things would get awkward but fuck this is just fucking awkward and irritiating and he really wished the lady terrified of bees would get off the train because he doesn't like being in close confines with something that makes him want to shift into a swarm. It's not a nice feeling.

He listed the stop, sounding mostly irritated with his existence.
]

....

[There was a pause where Trauma debated saying something else, but gave up.]

Thanks.

...

Bye.

[He hung up the NV and put all of his energy towards glaring at the people on the train until they left him alone, he's still had that ability, if nothing else. And he's had a very short amount of time to figure out the rest of the crap in his head until he and Claudio met up. ]


[Idiot. You've got to come up with something worse than being in love with him to make him go away. And hell. He's confused enough about this shit, who knows. Could work out better than you think. That said. About two minutes later he realized the dick move in just getting off the phone like that, and sent a text to the alternate numbers, now that Claudio should be paying attention. easy to get ahold of, my ass.]

Sry swarm lady on train. need to focus

...

Right. Okay.

[Honest enough for now. Right.]

[Text/Action]

Date: 2012-06-25 06:48 am (UTC)
mademyhell: (Surprisingly neutral there...)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
[Trauma stared at the message for a moment and then rolled his eyes.]

Youre weird i knew this.

[He sits there for a long moment, staring at the phone. He knew he eventually was going to have to have a conversation. He did. And he knew it. More importantly, he wanted to have it, and if they didn't knew it was going to get awkward and painful because he knew what Claudio trying to avoid that shit looked like and-....Right.]

I told you to stop apologizing why do you think you have to do that.

[And then a moment later.]

except for the not answering your phone or the saying you left when you did it thing. That you should apologize for
Edited Date: 2012-06-25 06:49 am (UTC)

[Text/Action]

Date: 2012-06-25 07:51 am (UTC)
mademyhell: (Why so awkward trauma?)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
Im not mad or upset

About that

About being on this train yes


[Well. There's that healthy dose of guilt he'd been expecting. Goddamn it. Trauma sighed, and kicked his feet up on the rest of the bench, keeping people from taking the seat at the next stop. They were enough seats that he wasn't a total asshole for doing it, but he really didn't want anyone in his space.]

look. Im really bad at this shit

[Terry paused.]

sorry

[He covered his face with his hood and leaned back against the window, eyes closed and letting the rush of random information run through his brain. This was the kind of thing he knew how to do, as fucked up as it was. He was good at listening and deciphering the crap in other people's heads, the dark, awful shit they'd never want anyone to know. And it was all bad. All the time. Every fucking thing he got. Even the peaceful kinds of bad, like Jinx, were still not great places to exist. And he hated that this thing he could do had seeped into ever part of his life. Hated it. He couldn't even deal with something emotional without going off like some grey blacklight. He'd been getting better, and he knew it. But it still wasn't good enough. Then adding this...stuff. Claudio was a deadspace in his head, so that made the fact that- Fuck.

Trauma knocked his head back against the window.

This situation was hard enough without letting all the power crap and the fact that he already felt like an asshole for how much he honest to god relied on the guy. Constantly. He had approximately two people in the universe who were willing to
stick around because they thought he was worth it to them, and the idea that he could screw that up terrified him so badly that he didn't know how to get past the thought at first. Turning that over in his head, he thought about why it scared him. Well, obvious. Claudio was his best friend. Hands down. He loved Jinx, but they were sort of partners in awful powers and.....Yeah. Sister. Best way to put that. Drove him crazy enough.

There was Claudio's stupid ass tendency to be there to get him whenever he'd even remotely needed it, and his stupid fucking need to help when Terry's brain was too fucked up a place to exist in, and the fact that he knew how terrified he was to lose the people here and that it sounded so similar to his own terror it had been all too easy to prey on. Thinking back, he'd been scared of losing Trauma then. And here Terry had been, scaring the shit out of him all fucking day. Don't even need the powers to be a fuck up. Great.

And that was the other thing. He decided...to go anywhere near this idea...and it fucked up...He had nothing and no one to blame but himself. That had always been the case, obviously but-....Terry jolted as the train came to the next stop, and picked up the bag as he stood just inside the door, debating staying on the train until kingdom fucking come to avoid the conversation.

Because he was honestly thinking about what the fuck this could become and-...And he didn't know what to do with that. He was scared. He knew it. Hell, he was a fucking coward, anymore. Rachel used to get so pissed off at him for jumping right into shit. If only she could see him now. Rachel would've also laughed at the fact that he'd jumped past the guy issue straight into the 'best friend issue', but Rachel just liked laughing at him. Thank god she and Jinx never talked. If Jinx got along with girls, they'd have been this horrible collective terror of ways to make his life a horrible place.

And on being scared, that really got to the biggest problem. Because if he didn't give a shit, he'd've just said so. It would've been awkward. They'd have moved on. But the fact that his brain kept jumping back to the fact that he was pretty goddamn sure he'd do almost anything for the guy (and he was having a hard time thinking of things that made it 'almost') and he couldn't- Just...There was no one else that gave that much of a shit about him, not like that. Thor Girl had a crush and everything before that was a lifetime away. He'd never let himself think like that, especially because of...Well, let's just say Claudio and Jinx's crap had been enough to think he needed to never cause that issue and it wasn't like-...

Except it was. And-

Goddamn it. God fucking damn it. This was going to be one of those fucking things where if he didn't do something, he was going to regret it. He hated those. Fuck those. Fuck...all of this. Terry made a sort of agitated noise in the back of his throat before finally taking the step off the fucking train. His brain was almost ridiculously quiet in comparison on his way out to the car. He knocked on the door when he got there, and opened it. Standing there awkwardly once he was actually there, resolve from the train almost completely worn away. So instead of anything useful or dramatic, failure really became the only option. Again. Damn it.
]

...Hey.

[Action] FUCK THIS FUCKING TAG HERE YOU GO

Date: 2012-07-12 07:17 am (UTC)
mademyhell: (I give up YOU people take this one)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
Yeah. 'M okay. [As an afterthought.]...And Melissa might stop trying to ride the train.

[He got into the car trying to avoid how fucking awkward he felt now that he was there and not in the midst of his 'get off the fucking train dumbass' anger. Trauma's NV sent another alert, and, this time, not focusing on other things, he looked at it as the car began to drive off. Terry frowned down at the NV and ran his thumb over the display, thinking.]

I don't get it. [He sounded like he was answering a question, even if the statement came out of nowhere.]

You're always-….You're always helping me. I don't-

[He paused, and didn't look up, still staring at the phone like it was personally responsible for confusing the fuck out of him.]

What did I do?

[Action] For the record. Trauma's an idiot.

Date: 2012-07-13 04:47 am (UTC)
mademyhell: (Totally Sulking)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
[Terry sat there, and because eye contact is something he failed at royally, he still looked down at the phone. He went over his resolve from the train and tried to build it back up. There was something of a long, very awkward pause, that really was entirely his fault. And worse. He knew it. Because how the hell was he supposed to respond to something like that? He didn't know how.

Words. Right.

He could do words.

....Right.
]

...I don't know what it is you want. From this. ...From...me.

[And that wasn't so much "words" as "stalling having to talk himself." But who's really keeping track. Right? Besides, if he was the one that said...whatever he was thinking, then, inevitably, when he screws it up, it'll have been his fault that this went any further than some awkwardness to get past between them.
mademyhell: (You fail at listening terry)
From: [personal profile] mademyhell
[Terry was trying to make a point to listen, and was doing a pretty good job until about halfway through the tirade. (Technically not a tirade because, well, fairly calm all things considered, but that's not the point.) He frowned and looked up, watching through the last section, bad driving technique aside, there was a lot wrong with that fucking mess.

There was a moment where Terry wondered exactly how incompetent a person he had to be to make it so his best friend and probably the only person he could stand on a regular basis (who hadn't decided that she was a relative and so able to bust into his personal bubble at any and all moments in time) thought power blindness was the only reason Trauma wanted him around. Sure, handy in a crisis, but Jinx practically had the same effect by now, and honestly, if he could read Claudio it would've made his life a hell of a lot easier in a situation like this. (No. Bad. Ignore that thought. That sucked last time.)
]

You're an idiot.

[Yeah, great start. Keep going on that track. It'll work. Sure.]

I don't-[Trauma cut himself off, Wrong. Start again.] Who else am I gonna call? ..You're pretty much all I've got. You and Jinx, but-[Now that just sounded wrong, and his distress at not being able to say what he meant showed. Sounded like he was settling. That wasn't what he meant. Goddamn it! There had been a point in his life where he hadn't completely sucked at people. He could remember that. He pauses for a long moment, trying to come up with words.]

Goddamn it.

[Deciding that words were obviously bad and prone to failing, Terry did something painfully stupid. He leaned over to shift the car into park, (Yeah yeah. Not good for the fucking car. He could hear all about it later.) before grabbing Claudio by the back of the neck and kissing him full on the mouth. He didn't linger, in fact, Trauma backed off pretty quickly, once his brain caught up with what he'd done, because....Well.

.....Right.

He was just...full of bright ideas today. Trauma slumped down in his seat, crossed his arms and contemplated the fact that he really needed to get better at words instead of taking stupid action. He'd died enough times in one life time to remember that stupid actions got you a hole in the chest. .....And that could be taken metaphorically in this case. Not literally, even if that had been a literal at one point. And Jesus Christ, why didn't his brain shut the fuck up?
]

....So. There's...that.

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