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At this point, I don't know why you haven't just blocked him. You've got the truce, you're under no obligation TO deal with his shit. If he has something to tell you he has other channels, and vice versa.

Seriously, Steven.

... I suppose I hadn't gone that far because I do have to work with the asshole. But the next time he drunk texts me to bitch about how I'm too stupid and boring for Hythlodaeus to actual want to be my friend and why is *his* friend spending time with *me* when he could be spending time with *him*--

Then I just may.

It's even more irritating because I am *actually* trying to abide by the spirit of the treaty and not just the letter, unlike *some* people.

The only reason we even have the letter to abide by is because both of you don't know how to *back down*. It's to stop you both from actively fucking up each other's professional and personal lives out of spite, not to protect you personally from Solus's attitude. I'm pretty sure nothing can stop him in that regard, and honestly I'm surprised you thought that a *treaty* would.

I know, I know. I just--

Ugh.

I'll be glad when I'm in a different region, I guess.

I'm looking forward to our meet-up, though. With Jules and Shinobu and shit. Even if it'll be weird, because by now Shinobu knows me (or *a* me) better than I know him.

I'm not saying you're in the wrong for getting mad about it. I'm just saying there's an easy solution, you know he won't stop, and at some point you've gotta ask yourself why you're LETTING him come into your life, just to abuse you.

But yeah. Whatever.

Shinobu knows *a* you that isn't *this* you. Just don't expect him to get you where you're at now, and don't try and be all buddy-buddy at him by playing with what you think he expects from his Steven. Be chill.

God, I don't know. At least with Lydia it's a weird penance for what happened to you.

But yeah. Sure. I can be chill.

(I don't know if we're actually buddy-buddy back home anyway. Only that he's still summoning Charley, so we probably see each other regularly just for that.)

[He squints at his phone.]

...I have no idea what you mean by penance.

It's a Catholic thing, I guess? Shit you do to make up for sins. The priest assigns it after Confession.

Edited 2020-08-11 08:04 (UTC)

Okay just because I'm not Catholic doesn't mean I don't know the literal definition of penance. (And Australia is a culturally Catholic country anyway.)

Why are you paying penance through Lydia. What the fuck is happening between you two now.

It's nothing new. She's just still pretty pissed about the whole mess with Hythlodaeus.

I told her it wasn't your fault.

But I was an absolute fucking wreck after the whole thing, so she probably just didn't care.

Probably. She really does care a lot about you, Tyler, just like you do her.

I know that a lot better than you think, don't worry.

I can talk to her about it if you want, if it's getting to you. No guarantees it'll actually help, mind you.

I mean. Normally I wouldn't ask you to, but when it's her *and* Emet-Selch, it gets to be a bit much. And I don't think even you can get *him* to shut the fuck up.

I'm glad you two figured shit out, then. I'd hoped you would.

You don't know jack and shit about us.

But that goes both ways, I guess, I don't follow your conversations with her, either. What are you two even sniping at each other about?

I don't. But if you've figured out that you're both emotionally invested (which is what you implied just there) then I'm glad.

And in this case, she's doing all to most of the sniping. I mean, you saw her little snide comment to me in Connie's post, right? Just a lot of little shit like that which I'm mostly ignoring, because I don't want to get into some huge fight *thing*, even though honestly, I get it, I'm the worst ever, I fucked up everything for all of us, *I goddamn know*, Lydia.

Later she popped up in my DMs to chew me out when I mentioned her in the context to baseball heist to Osomatsu, when I was giving him a criminal peptalk/mentor speech. Which I *get*, I really do, she's fucking embarrassed by what happened--it's just--

Fuck. I don't know. I don't have anything against her chewing me out for that, because I really should have just said 'two others' instead of naming you specifically, it's just...

God. It's this whole impression I get from her that she's already made up her mind going into every goddamn conversation and isn't going to change it and half the time we aren't even having the same goddamn *argument*, she's just arguing against what she *expects* me to say, even if it's not what I'm actually fucking saying!

Like, okay, after she came to bitch me out about not letting you give Hythlo a memory wipe (and for creating the whole problem with him in the first place), then she was all 'I don't trust him, nobody's that nice for no reason' to which I replied something along the lines of 'of course he's got a reason for being that nice, he's doing it for the same reasons I am which is that it's an effective way to get people to do what you want, and he's actually a bit of a bastard underneath' and she acted like I straight up defended him whole-heartedly which I did *not* and that I was saying he *was* doing good things for no reason which I *was not* and my god, Tyler, it's like arguing with a goddamn *brick wall*.

I just. I don't know what to do about that, you know? I really fucking *don't*. I get it if she wants to call me out on things I actually did, like she did today. I need people to call me out when I'm fucking up. But also need to be able to trust that she's calling me out for shit I'm actually *doing* and not shit she's decided I'm doing when I'm not and right now I *can't*. And I can't deal with her being pissed off about stuff I *didn't say*. And I just--

As much as she pisses me off half the time, I do care about her the rest of the time. And it hurts that she's dumped all the blame on what happened on me. I mean, I get it, she doesn't want to blame you, she *likes* you, but I just. Fuck. I don't know. I really don't. I'm sorry I didn't warn you about recruiting him. I'm sorry I didn't make it clear to him how *not* to come off as a blackmailer. But I'm not-- I don't need to always be her *scapegoat.*

[Steven why. He takes a moment to rub his eyes before he replies.]

Okay, so by the sounds of it, you keep insulting her on public forums to random-ass strangers. Which, you know - or apparently not, given this keeps happening - you *shouldn't* do. Lydia's proud as shit, and there's not a lot of things we can control here. Appearance is one of them and you KNOW that means everything to Lydia, so maybe stop shitting on her with no provocation, for starters.

Second, when she chewed you out after the whole mess thing I had just finished having a post-PTSD breakdown, and you - and we both agree, you *are* one of my best friends - didn't look fucking good during it. Probably the smart thing to do there would have been to back down and LET her chew you out so she could get her anger out properly, I guess? If you'd just let her go off she'd probably be done being a petty fuck about it like a month ago. The same way you do with me.

Because now it doesn't look like you care about or respect her opinion, or her, or me.

So, you know, call-out post for Steven Durante - stop being a stubborn asshole and let someone else be angry and upset about things, and don't *correct* them on it. Sometimes being friends with a piece of shit means knowing when to stand down and let it happen.

I mean, it hasn't even *been* a month. It just feels like it, because time does fucked up things when everything sucks.

But. Fine. I screwed up by defending myself. I can admit that. I'll stop doing that. I can eat my crow. I can eat a shitton of it.

Just-- Fuck. I don't know. I just.

I get that I created most of my problems. I *get* that the best thing for me to do is to shut the fuck up and reap what I sowed. But I'm *tired*, Tyler. Of just having to fucking *take it* all the time and not say anything in my defense. Which I guess is why I'm so bad at doing that.

I just want to stop feeling like shit all the time. Even when I do the right thing I feel like shit.

Yeah, don't worry, I recognise the archetype you're playing into.

It's all the shit you had to live through already. You've spent long enough being small, being quiet and obedient. Why fucking should you anymore, when the repercussions for *not* being so now are so fucking meaningless compared to your Keeper's wrath?

But surprise surprise, social consequences are still a thing, other people and their emotions *matter*, and now you're the asshole in the wrong because you never learned how to differentiate between necessary survival skills and showing some goddamn solidarity.

I'm not gonna talk to Lydia, actually, this is pretty much all on you, because you KNOW what to expect from her. Just fucking apologise, acknowledge that her outrage was valid in a time of intense emotion, and start leaving Solus on fucking read because clearly having more than one person angry at you at a time completely destroys your ability to reason.

[There's a delay before he replies again.]

*I'm* not mad at you, for the record. Like recognises like, that's all.

[There's a long delay on Steven's side.]

Three. Actually. Maybe four. *Possibly* five.

Hythlodaeus is pissed (rightfully so) that when 'Solus' slid into my DMs to abuse me and bitch at me for being the person his ex- is spending time with in order to avoid him, I accidentally let it slide that he *is* hiding things from 'Solus.'

Connie's annoyed (and rightfully so) that 'Solus' and I had a petty bitchfight on her post.

And Jack's annoyed (and rightfully so) that back when *he* was rising in the organization ranks, it took him *forever* to get promoted and I made Beta quicker than he made Private. It's primarily directed at the admins rather than me, but it still making me feel shitty about the one good thing that happened, that I should actually *be* proud of.

Okay, so.

Keeping in mind I'm not your therapist, I'm going to continue to not sugarcoat shit because that's really not what you *need*:

Three relates directly back to two, because you *really* need to stop gossiping about people's flaws, secrets or otherwise immutable personal facts, because you only really do it to be a bitch. Also relates to one: fucking stop with Solus.

Four: see one. Take the L. Grow up.

Five: not my problem, not your problem, not your fault, not Jack's fault. He'll get over it, you'll get over it, suck it up and suck him off if you think he's mad at you about it. I know you're fine with the idea of apology sex.

No, my therapist just threatened to take me apart, piece by piece, if I ever allude to any secrets he's keeping from his ex- *to* his ex- ever again. It was utterly terrifying, strangely hot, and I want to be able to go from zero to unhinged that seamlessly someday.

But okay, fine, you're right about all of it, damn it.

I suspect it'll take more than one blowjob to make up for it, but at least I like to give them and my mouth is once again no longer razors.

I know I am.

[At least he's not being insufferably smug about it.]

Did not need to hear about your enemies to therapist to rivals kink, but sure. We have circumstantial proof that you *do* reach that stage at some point anyway, so like. Goals, I guess. Just don't hold out hope for it to happen here, we're MA15 in a PG world.

I know, I know.

And, look, if anything, it's more me having a thing for my fellow (probable) psychopaths. Which explains everything about why I'm with Jack and why I keep reacting to Hythlodaeus in these extremely unfortunate ways.

(God, I wonder if 'Solus' *realizes* I am or if his stupid accusations of fucking Hythlo were just-- him deciding that there's nothing worth being in my company for *other* than my pretty face and drawing his own conclusions.)

... but hey, there's confirmation that you're *not* one of us, no matter how much your Keeper fucked you up, because I've no interest whatsoever in *you*.

I'd fucking hope you don't, you've already made it very clear how much I remind you of your sister. And I'm not into guys who are ten plus years older than me.

*Again*, Steven, other people's personal information. I don't care if Hythlodaeus is a literal psychopath, that's not yours to share. I also don't care about Hythlodaeus's continued existence in general.

Also also.

STOP. CARING. ABOUT. SOLUS'S. OPINION. For FUCK'S sake. Stop giving him space in your goddamn fucking brain. All he wants is attention and you keep *handing* it to him on a silver goddamn platter. Go out of your way to give him either (ideally) no response whatsoever or (if you fucking have to) single-word responses. Make yourself *boring*, and I guarantee he'll lose interest in you.

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