[Daryl was more than a little puzzled by the sudden and almost random attempt at conversation. Though Crane was assuming a lot if he thought Daryl had looked into the guy's background beyond that one, severely assholish, account back in what was it now? April? No, May. Or maybe June. He couldn't remember the exact date the anonymous text post had gone up about Crane's childhood. There had been an outright implication of abuse, though the exact kind hadn't been stated very clearly.
Was this an attempt to make a 'genuine connection' the way his therapist had tried put Crane up to with that whole philosophical talk a little while back?
Maybe just work through some issues the way that Survivors of Childhood Abuse book Daryl had was going on about talking to others about... Hell, whatever it was, it was polite and it didn't sound like Crane was trying to talk down to him.]
According to our associates, plenty. Whenever we speak, they know me as well as I know myself. There are few differences I can highlight; mostly the physical kind.
['Our associates'? The only people - person - Daryl knew they had in common was Carl. And Carl had said he used to talk to the guy. But hadn't he stopped? And... Wait. He thought Daryl had an interest in Crane's welfare? Was this cause of the conversation they'd had recently?
Weird.]
No reason to see you get the short end of the stick, I guess. You already do that enough for yourself far as I've seen.
[Probably a bad idea, but if the guy was actually trying here...]
[Pity. When Bruce knows well enough not to show it? A joke at his expense, then? Psychological warfare. Fine, he can indulge in that. Old habits, indeed.]
We have nothing in common, Mr. Wayne. Do I need to highlight why?
[Fucking hell. It was another case of someone sending him something that wasn't meant for him. And- wait, how was he to know this was even from Crane? If it was going to someone else, it might be coming from someone else. shit]
[Well, so much for it not being Crane. Shit. Maybe he could pretend he thought it was someone else? ...no. He didn't really like lying straight out so much like that.]
[And if Daryl hadn't had a couple conversations with the guy already and hadn't had the personal knowledge of how hard it was to reach out to talk to someone about that sort of thing, he may even have left it at that. But the messages kind of gnawed at him for several hours and he eventually sent a tentative follow up:]
If you did want to bend an ear to listen, I could let mine be bent.
[Crane doesn't reply till the next morning. He would have ignored it, once. But accusations of cowardice lie behind him and push him to tackle the offer.]
What a generous offer. Though I hardly need it.
[He writes another line.]
All that's dead and buried. There's nothing to discuss. And wouldn't I seek the ear of friends I know before unloading my past to a stranger?
[Friends. A polite word for the rabble he's ended up babysitting, that.]
Sure. Nothing to discuss. Which was why you were wanting to discuss it with Mr. Wayne. Guessing he's not a friend if you ain't seeking the ear of one. But you know him, so he ain't a stranger, neither.
You kinda know me, too.
Book I got says it's easier sometimes. To talk to someone you don't really know. Than worry about what those you do know might think. It's probably full of shit.
Honestly, I wouldn't invest your time in sources of nonsensical self-help. Better you employ a real doctor than the mollycoddling psychobabble that denigrates our profession.
Though a self-help book isn't the reason you're requesting a discussion of my history with you, is it?
No he did great. World went to shit, everyone started fighting for what resources they could find, and he thrived in the violence. Just didn't do so well when his dumb ass got himself cuffed to a roof because he was too coked up to work with people and got left high and dry for a day. Stupid shit couldn't even stay put for all of day so's I could come get him. Had to go cut his hand off and run.
Best thing the new world ever did for him was force him to detox cause there weren't nothing left for him to get high on.
[There's still a lot of bitterness and anger over his brother's actions. He misses him every damn day.]
Abrupt cessation of a substance dependence results in an unpleasant experience, Mr. Dixon.
That's why it's unprofessional to suggest one goes cold turkey.
Still, it appears you've misinterpreted my question
Adaptation is change. The mind changes to meet life's challenges; environmental or social. The result affects one's personality. Allegiances. How did Daryl accomodate your new social ties?
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Was this an attempt to make a 'genuine connection' the way his therapist had tried put Crane up to with that whole philosophical talk a little while back?
Maybe just work through some issues the way that Survivors of Childhood Abuse book Daryl had was going on about talking to others about... Hell, whatever it was, it was polite and it didn't sound like Crane was trying to talk down to him.]
I can do that. What do you think I know?
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[Under that, a question demanding an answer.]
Why have you taken an interest in my welfare?
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Weird.]
No reason to see you get the short end of the stick, I guess. You already do that enough for yourself far as I've seen.
[Probably a bad idea, but if the guy was actually trying here...]
Might have some things in common, too.
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We have nothing in common, Mr. Wayne. Do I need to highlight why?
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I ain't this Wayne fellow. Who the hell are you?
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Oh.]
Dr. Jonathan Crane. Who are you?
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Daryl.
Sorry.
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[Some consideration for their similiar pasts, perhaps?]
text;
[He felt stupid for entertaining the idea Crane actually wanted to talk about that shit with him.]
Didn't mean nothing by it.
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[Nobody ever means anything.]
Then I suppose I must follow social protocol. Goodbye, Mr. Dixon.
[This is uncomfortably embarrassing.]
text; and again a few hours later
[And if Daryl hadn't had a couple conversations with the guy already and hadn't had the personal knowledge of how hard it was to reach out to talk to someone about that sort of thing, he may even have left it at that. But the messages kind of gnawed at him for several hours and he eventually sent a tentative follow up:]
If you did want to bend an ear to listen, I could let mine be bent.
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What a generous offer. Though I hardly need it.
[He writes another line.]
All that's dead and buried. There's nothing to discuss. And wouldn't I seek the ear of friends I know before unloading my past to a stranger?
[Friends. A polite word for the rabble he's ended up babysitting, that.]
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You kinda know me, too.
Book I got says it's easier sometimes. To talk to someone you don't really know. Than worry about what those you do know might think. It's probably full of shit.
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Honestly, I wouldn't invest your time in sources of nonsensical self-help. Better you employ a real doctor than the mollycoddling psychobabble that denigrates our profession.
Though a self-help book isn't the reason you're requesting a discussion of my history with you, is it?
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You remind me of my brother.
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Because we share similar behavior. What was he like?
[Past tense? Totally deliberate.]
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He was just as mad at the world for doing what it did to him as you are.
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And he didn't adapt well as your world changed, I take it?
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Best thing the new world ever did for him was force him to detox cause there weren't nothing left for him to get high on.
[There's still a lot of bitterness and anger over his brother's actions. He misses him every damn day.]
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That's why it's unprofessional to suggest one goes cold turkey.
Still, it appears you've misinterpreted my question
Adaptation is change. The mind changes to meet life's challenges; environmental or social. The result affects one's personality. Allegiances. How did Daryl accomodate your new social ties?
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Merle got used to it. Fore he got himself killed. Was trying.
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So there was some unrest?
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[How the hell had this turned into a conversation about Merle anyway?]
Kind of like you.
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Kind of like me.
Then I imagine you know everything about me already, first hand.
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lmk if this one word isn't enough. it seems apt
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