You know, [he begins, and feels genuinely a little moved and surprised, ] I get the impression you think I'm either much more delicate or patient than I actually am.
[Which is sweet, a little funny, maybe a little embarrassing. ] I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt until she's stopped earning it.
[Which, with Alicent, is ... It could be soon. It could be today, if chooses to stay angry. ]
[ A moment to take that in. To decide it's good enough for now. That he'll trust Jim to measure his own boundary lines even if he can't now trust Alicent not to cross them. But: ]
You stayed with me for years.
[ It's half wry. Half a joke. It isn't really a joke at all. Part of him will always think Jim Hopper has the patience of a particularly masochistic saint.
A squeeze of the hand still in his marks Stephen's readiness to disengage. ]
Sorry for bursting in. I'll let you get back to your day.
[ And then, actually, still not completely aware of what he'd done as he exited that particular conversation, sounding a little bemused that he's having this one - ]
He told me to eat shit and go fuck myself. [ Teenagers do that, no? Despite his fury in the moment, with hindsight the whole thing had been petty enough. ] What did he come tattling to you for?
With my deepest sympathies, Jim, if it's my existence he finds upsetting, look forward to more migraines.
[ But no. The kid caught him on the back of a extremely bad mood, with their previous conversation having taken place during a month where Stephen wasn't exactly himself. He should've been an adult about it, and he wasn't. So. ]
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[Which is sweet, a little funny, maybe a little embarrassing. ] I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt until she's stopped earning it.
[Which, with Alicent, is ... It could be soon. It could be today, if chooses to stay angry. ]
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You stayed with me for years.
[ It's half wry. Half a joke. It isn't really a joke at all. Part of him will always think Jim Hopper has the patience of a particularly masochistic saint.
A squeeze of the hand still in his marks Stephen's readiness to disengage. ]
Sorry for bursting in. I'll let you get back to your day.
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[Often; sometimes mercilessly. Jim’s reluctant to let go now, too. ] But not now. You can burst in any time. The doors always open.
[And then, quieter: ] Preferably you do it without pissing off Billy, too. He’s currently trying to give me a migraine.
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Sorry.
[ And then, actually, still not completely aware of what he'd done as he exited that particular conversation, sounding a little bemused that he's having this one - ]
He told me to eat shit and go fuck myself. [ Teenagers do that, no? Despite his fury in the moment, with hindsight the whole thing had been petty enough. ] What did he come tattling to you for?
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[Lol, lmao even. ] And in general. I give it five minutes, he’ll tell me to do the same.
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With my deepest sympathies, Jim, if it's my existence he finds upsetting, look forward to more migraines.
[ But no. The kid caught him on the back of a extremely bad mood, with their previous conversation having taken place during a month where Stephen wasn't exactly himself. He should've been an adult about it, and he wasn't. So. ]
I'll do my best not to actively earn you any.