mykidisthebest | SPECIAL DISASTER OVERFLOW POST

[he's not happy about it he's more displeased with that by the SECOND]

...I was thinkin' I'd probably quit. Since I don't know anythin' about the job anymore.

... Yeah, that makes sense.

[...flicks Yue in the forehead]

Tell me what yer thinkin'.

[there's no drama over the forehead flick, he just rubs at the spot idly]

I think you should do whatever feels right, considering your current circumstances. Obviously.

Hmm. I don't wanna do somethin' if yer gonna stop talkin' to me over it.

I won't stop talking to you no matter what.

Sure, but you'll be upset.

[the tone of his voice shifts juuust a tiny bit, it gets both a little softer and deeper]

... It would be rather foolish of me to become upset about something like that, at this point.

Sure, but yer foolish sometimes. I am too.

But we are also immortal.

[a little dryly]

I don't know if that's got anythin' to do with bein' foolish.

I think it means that no matter how foolish we may end up acting, everything will turn out fine in the end.

...And ya believe that?

You've been doing this long enough and it's never been an issue before, at least as far as I know. I don't see why that would change, now.

[a moment where he breathes in and out softly]

Even if there are things you've forgotten, they can train you again. Your skills and intuition should still be an asset. In fact, arguably, there is a lot you could be doing from the inside of the Limelight Stage.

[sighs]

...I think I'm the same guy I always was. You'd know better than anyone. But maybe this is where we're different.

I ain't out to make the world a better place or solve any big mysteries. In places like this it's better to keep yer head down. Act like ya don't know anythin', poke a bit but don't pry too hard into it. Don't stick out or ya get beat down.

The only thing I care about is keepin' me and mine safe.

...

If that is your choice, I will respect it, of course. I am not looking to change your mind.

[...reaches up to hold Yue's face in his hands. not squishing his cheeks, but like he's thinking about it]

I can't tell what yer thinkin'.

... I just told you what I think.

Yeah, but I mean, more than that.

...

Any other thoughts are irrelevant.

[his fingers flex on his cheeks--and then he lets go on a sharp exhale]

When I look at ya I feel like yer bottlin' yerself up. I want ya to just--I don't know. Go apeshit.

[shakes his head]

I know. Sorry. Normally you wouldn't have to deal with this.

"Normally"? I think that normally, too.

I mean back home.

I'm gonna think it there too. Except I know ya ain't gonna go apeshit on yer manager or yer parents. Ya don't have to.

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