[ there is an obnoxiously long pause between markus' final line and daisy's own reply, one filled with her quiet fuming and mocking verbal repetition of his words. he's worried because she could have gotten hurt. that on its own doesn't bother her. she's used to being dismissed and underestimated, used to people thinking she can't take care of herself.
but it's markus' insistence that she could have done better — the insistence that mirrors strange's admonishment that she should have known better — that really gets under her skin. it doesn't feel like a friend. it doesn't even feel like a boss.
it feels so foreign to daisy simply because she's never had a father figure to be disappointed in her. not until coulson, anyway, and she misses him too much for the comparison to be anything but painful and sharp in her head. ]
sorry to disappoint you. i seem to be doing a lot of that lately.
[Though assuming tone from text is always folly, Markus doesn’t think he’s wrong when he hears that deprecating edge to the words blinking at him. Another pause, another assessment — the word ‘disappoint’ seems to flare brighter than the rest, and Markus finds himself unable to deny it outright.]
I can’t speak for anyone else who’s already reached out to you.
[He thinks of mentioning Prompto, that he’s not very happy, but pushes that aside. It isn’t his business.]
You said you’d be careful, and I trust you to keep your word. I won’t hammer the point home any longer if you don’t want me to.
[ that, at least, is nearly immediate. she doesn't need any more lectures, certainly doesn't want them. if she can stem the tide now, so much the better. ]
but i won't turn down actual company, if you're interested in more than just giving a lecture
[ a small, but no less sincerely offered, olive branch of sorts. show her you still love her, markus!!! ]
[Tension or no, as if their friendship would change based on this one incident alone.]
If you’re feeling put up it, of course I want to see how you’re doing.
[The point having been made, whether or not it sticks will be seen sooner or later. For now, he can leave his fretting disapproval at the door and just visit her as a friend.]
Need me to pick up anything to eat or drink on the way over?
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but it's markus' insistence that she could have done better — the insistence that mirrors strange's admonishment that she should have known better — that really gets under her skin. it doesn't feel like a friend. it doesn't even feel like a boss.
it feels so foreign to daisy simply because she's never had a father figure to be disappointed in her. not until coulson, anyway, and she misses him too much for the comparison to be anything but painful and sharp in her head. ]
sorry to disappoint you. i seem to be doing a lot of that lately.
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I can’t speak for anyone else who’s already reached out to you.
[He thinks of mentioning Prompto, that he’s not very happy, but pushes that aside. It isn’t his business.]
You said you’d be careful, and I trust you to keep your word. I won’t hammer the point home any longer if you don’t want me to.
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[ that, at least, is nearly immediate. she doesn't need any more lectures, certainly doesn't want them. if she can stem the tide now, so much the better. ]
but i won't turn down actual company, if you're interested in more than just giving a lecture
[ a small, but no less sincerely offered, olive branch of sorts. show her you still love her, markus!!! ]
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If you’re feeling put up it, of course I want to see how you’re doing.
[The point having been made, whether or not it sticks will be seen sooner or later. For now, he can leave his fretting disapproval at the door and just visit her as a friend.]
Need me to pick up anything to eat or drink on the way over?
[How’s her appetite while she recovers?]
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[ let her eat her feelings and also not chew too much because her jaw still hurts from where kovacs punched her in the face ]
i'll pay you back
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No need. My treat.
See you in a bit.