I know you don't wanna turn me into your puppet
It's no easy thing to hurt her. Seeing her so distraught pulls like a line in his chest, urging him to make things right even when he shouldn't have to. He's glad to know she doesn't see him that way, and he does understand why she might not have told him initially. But why not after? He just doesn't understand why she'd rather stick her head in the sand or pretend everything is okay just to preserve the status quo.
"I get why you didn't tell me at first, and I'm glad you went to dad," he manages to utter, strangled because his throat feels halfway closed. He's trying so hard to remember all those too-adult teachings his parents instilled in him, all with the hopes that Jude would avoid the hotheaded young mistakes they'd made. He tries so hard to make them proud, but his chest burns with the desire to do something stupid and drastic just because he's hurting. After all, impetuousness is the burden of all young adults. But she's hurting too, and Jude's empathy alone is enough to temper that urge. "I just wish you'd told me after."
He considers her offer, only to shake his head mutely. "No. No, I - the details don't matter. You were attacked. You were hurt. That's all I need to know." If it wouldn't help her in some way to tell him, he doesn't want to know, he just wants to focus on how to make it better - his first instinct is always to heal. "You're not...hiding anything else from me though, are you?" The vulnerability in his face makes it clear he doesn't want to have to ask her at all, because it feels like a betrayal, but clearly he has to. And she had told him to ask, hadn't she?
"I get why you didn't tell me at first, and I'm glad you went to dad," he manages to utter, strangled because his throat feels halfway closed. He's trying so hard to remember all those too-adult teachings his parents instilled in him, all with the hopes that Jude would avoid the hotheaded young mistakes they'd made. He tries so hard to make them proud, but his chest burns with the desire to do something stupid and drastic just because he's hurting. After all, impetuousness is the burden of all young adults. But she's hurting too, and Jude's empathy alone is enough to temper that urge. "I just wish you'd told me after."
He considers her offer, only to shake his head mutely. "No. No, I - the details don't matter. You were attacked. You were hurt. That's all I need to know." If it wouldn't help her in some way to tell him, he doesn't want to know, he just wants to focus on how to make it better - his first instinct is always to heal. "You're not...hiding anything else from me though, are you?" The vulnerability in his face makes it clear he doesn't want to have to ask her at all, because it feels like a betrayal, but clearly he has to. And she had told him to ask, hadn't she?
But what if I just always dance around on your string?
Jude
