[his tone gets a little softer, and he lets his hand drop. part of what had been good about meeting the manager was feeling like a step forward happened.
but it's hard to keep that conviction sometimes.
especially when he's reminded how easily his head is messed with, and he squeezes his fist tight.]
[He WANTS to ask why he blew up the park after what he promised ❤️. Something that large scale would still mean work for her down the line, right? Ugh, but he can't.
Griffin shrugs, a little half-heartedly.]
I dunno. You were tougher than any time I'd fought you before. Like you wanted to kill me.
If you've been holding back on me this whole time, I'm gonna be pissed.
Yeah... My feelings feel-- amped? Anyway. Kind of mad, because I've seen memories of myself where I have my shit together, and I don't think I'd lose it this way.
I dunno. I'm not holding back on you-- guess normally I care about how fucked up I get in a fight that's for fun.
Hmn. Guess I was counting on that too much. You're tough enough already when you remember t'feel pain. Not that losing control ever starts to suck less.
[Mutters,] Last memory I got was also running in defeat. Hated it then, too.
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Apart from a mean left hook?
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You're right, I just... [He takes in another shaky breath, trying to compose himself. It wasn't like him to just give up and accept defeat.]
It's been a shitty week for feeling sure of anything.
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[his tone gets a little softer, and he lets his hand drop. part of what had been good about meeting the manager was feeling like a step forward happened.
but it's hard to keep that conviction sometimes.
especially when he's reminded how easily his head is messed with, and he squeezes his fist tight.]
I know.
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Griffin ducks his head and awkwardly, rubs his jaw - it was healed, but he could swear it still felt sore]
What was with you, anyways?
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Griffin shrugs, a little half-heartedly.]
I dunno. You were tougher than any time I'd fought you before. Like you wanted to kill me.
If you've been holding back on me this whole time, I'm gonna be pissed.
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[she only made him promise for the hotel and the game tower. that he can do. but there's an awkward pause there.]
Because I did want to kill you then. Kind of lost it.
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[Kind of an impassive reaction, but. What else was there to say. Cool. Okay. Doesn't seem like he wants to kill him now.]
Well, it's not like I can really talk. About getting mad and losin' it.
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I dunno. I'm not holding back on you-- guess normally I care about how fucked up I get in a fight that's for fun.
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[Mutters,] Last memory I got was also running in defeat. Hated it then, too.
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[a pause.]
Malik told me that, and it's good advice, even when I'm pissed at him.
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...You're still pissed at him? For fucking up the kitchen? I thought you worked it out with him.
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[he looks like he's struggling for words for a moment.]
Nevermind.