[ she listens to him talk because she's not rude. she knows how to have a conversation without interrupting, and besides, she does actually care about what he has to say. the problem is, what he says is mildly frustrating — not because of what he'd done, but because of the way it changes everything else.
daisy sighs, a hand lifting to press at the bridge of her nose. ]
Illya made it sound like you got your ass kicked. Like Kovacs was this loose cannon and you were just his first target. [ and she cared too much about prompto to let anybody else get hurt. ] And, I mean, it wasn't exactly that hard to believe. The guy was a complete asshole when I dragged him back to the safehouse, and I was helping him.
[ but it doesn't matter, because prompto's fine. a little banged up, but fine. ]
I'm not trying to fight your battles for you. I went there to talk to him — [ don't look at her like that ] — and it just. Got out of hand.
[ she shrugs. ]
I would have been satisfied with just punching him in the face if he hadn't used his ability on me, though. He deserved to get knocked out for pulling that shit.
[he does look at her like that when she knows she's bound to get judged for an action that turned into something else entirely—or maybe the fact that it's somewhat hard to believe that talk was all she went there to do.]
[not saying anything, he gets on the couch to sit beside her and — his expression softens. he was angry, is disappointed, because he cares too much for daisy to just be okay with her deciding to go and do something reckless for his sake, or because he somehow triggered those events into unfolding.]
Daisy, I'm...
You mean a lot to me. You know that. If you forget, I'm going to remind you every time. [because he's tired of walking on eggshells around friends he never got to be fully honest with, who are now gone.] I got so scared when I heard you got into a pretty bad situation.
Even if it wasn't just because of me or for me at all, I'll still feel like it's somehow my fault.
[he grins lightly] Kovacs a right piece of work though, huh? Has no sense of moderation when it comes to fighting or picking fights.
It's not your fault. [ it's her fault. maybe a little bit illya's fault, for telling her and listening to her tell him in no uncertain terms what she was going to do and not stopping her. maybe a little bit kovacs' fault for egging her on. but it's not prompto's fault, and she won't let him shoulder any of that guilt. ] Okay, it's not.
[ swanning right past whether or not kovacs is a dick (because he is) ... ]
And I'm not mad at you. So unless you're mad at me — [ a pause, her expression softening just the slightest bit, the ever-present fear of rejection that she's gotten so good at working past rearing up just enough to be noticeable by someone who carries it too... ] — then we're okay.
[that's all prompto needs to hear before his worries over their situation dissipate. all he wants are for his friends to be safe, and for none of them to be in pain. in a world where he's been cut off from the bonds he has with his best friend, with his brothers—he doesn't want to lose anything else, selfish as it may be.]
We're okay.
[he's thankfully wearing a sweater, for he's carefully reaching over to pull daisy into a hug. she's hurt—he knows—so he's being soft and gentle about it.]
[but he's quick to give her her space back, too, but his body language is much more open now, more willing to let her in than the initial moments of befuddled frustrations and nervous circling around the situation at hand.]
I know you got Illya to do your bidding, but if you need anything, let me know. I'll grab you the last serving of shaved ice with whipped cream and strawberries from the Mida shop without hesitating.
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daisy sighs, a hand lifting to press at the bridge of her nose. ]
Illya made it sound like you got your ass kicked. Like Kovacs was this loose cannon and you were just his first target. [ and she cared too much about prompto to let anybody else get hurt. ] And, I mean, it wasn't exactly that hard to believe. The guy was a complete asshole when I dragged him back to the safehouse, and I was helping him.
[ but it doesn't matter, because prompto's fine. a little banged up, but fine. ]
I'm not trying to fight your battles for you. I went there to talk to him — [ don't look at her like that ] — and it just. Got out of hand.
[ she shrugs. ]
I would have been satisfied with just punching him in the face if he hadn't used his ability on me, though. He deserved to get knocked out for pulling that shit.
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[not saying anything, he gets on the couch to sit beside her and — his expression softens. he was angry, is disappointed, because he cares too much for daisy to just be okay with her deciding to go and do something reckless for his sake, or because he somehow triggered those events into unfolding.]
Daisy, I'm...
You mean a lot to me. You know that. If you forget, I'm going to remind you every time. [because he's tired of walking on eggshells around friends he never got to be fully honest with, who are now gone.] I got so scared when I heard you got into a pretty bad situation.
Even if it wasn't just because of me or for me at all, I'll still feel like it's somehow my fault.
[he grins lightly] Kovacs a right piece of work though, huh? Has no sense of moderation when it comes to fighting or picking fights.
[...]
—I want us to be okay.
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[ swanning right past whether or not kovacs is a dick (because he is) ... ]
And I'm not mad at you. So unless you're mad at me — [ a pause, her expression softening just the slightest bit, the ever-present fear of rejection that she's gotten so good at working past rearing up just enough to be noticeable by someone who carries it too... ] — then we're okay.
[ that's all there is to it. ]
So. Are we okay?
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We're okay.
[he's thankfully wearing a sweater, for he's carefully reaching over to pull daisy into a hug. she's hurt—he knows—so he's being soft and gentle about it.]
[but he's quick to give her her space back, too, but his body language is much more open now, more willing to let her in than the initial moments of befuddled frustrations and nervous circling around the situation at hand.]
I know you got Illya to do your bidding, but if you need anything, let me know. I'll grab you the last serving of shaved ice with whipped cream and strawberries from the Mida shop without hesitating.