[Michael bristles, and his voice is louder than he'd intended. They're not entirely wrong. Even if he's not having fun anymore, he's boiling with anger now, and it wants an outlet. He's used humans that way too, taking out his disappointment and boredom on the nearest body until he eventually got bored with that.
They look hurt, but then right away they're laughing as they call him out on every ugly impulse. It reminds him of Eleanor. There's been times he would've given anything to slam her head into a wall. She'd be so disappointed in him right now.
He continues in a lower tone:]
I am trying to be good, okay? I shouldn't have even done that to begin with. And now I'm doing that thing again where I yell at you because I'm really mad at myself! Boy, I am knocking it out of the park!
[Fuck, fuck. He breathes deliberately, and busies his hands with adjusting his cufflinks and his tie. By the time he's done that, they aren't shaking anymore. He's under control.]
[He hasn't fucked up this badly since he started caring, but he knows what he's supposed to do when he does. Apologize sincerely. He hasn't apologized to anyone who wasn't a friend before, but he does regret what he did. Maybe that's enough.]
I'm sorry I yelled, and I'm sorry I slammed you into the wall. You didn't deserve it, because it wasn't really self-defense. Do you need a doctor or something?
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[Michael bristles, and his voice is louder than he'd intended. They're not entirely wrong. Even if he's not having fun anymore, he's boiling with anger now, and it wants an outlet. He's used humans that way too, taking out his disappointment and boredom on the nearest body until he eventually got bored with that.
They look hurt, but then right away they're laughing as they call him out on every ugly impulse. It reminds him of Eleanor. There's been times he would've given anything to slam her head into a wall. She'd be so disappointed in him right now.
He continues in a lower tone:]
I am trying to be good, okay? I shouldn't have even done that to begin with. And now I'm doing that thing again where I yell at you because I'm really mad at myself! Boy, I am knocking it out of the park!
[Fuck, fuck. He breathes deliberately, and busies his hands with adjusting his cufflinks and his tie. By the time he's done that, they aren't shaking anymore. He's under control.]
[He hasn't fucked up this badly since he started caring, but he knows what he's supposed to do when he does. Apologize sincerely. He hasn't apologized to anyone who wasn't a friend before, but he does regret what he did. Maybe that's enough.]
I'm sorry I yelled, and I'm sorry I slammed you into the wall. You didn't deserve it, because it wasn't really self-defense. Do you need a doctor or something?