[Lucas realizes when he gets back to the room he was sleeping in that he doesn't actually have a lot to pack. So the pretense of packing isn't really going to work here. This results in him staring at the bed in front of him, hands flexing as he tries not to punch a wall.
He hears his mother approach and closes his eyes.]
[He sets his jaw for a minute, because he doesn't know what to do with all of these emotions.]
What is talking about it going to do?
[His best friend is still going to be a vampire. Fucked over by Mikaelsons. Fucked over by Monroe. His anger or talking about his feelings isn't going to change anything.]
It gets it out there. Because talking about it reminds you that you can't change it. And that even if you would've been here, you don't know what would have happened. Maybe you would be in his place. In the first place? stop shouldering it all yourself. And. Talk. Or, I'll call in your father.
( She'll also make another call, because he needs to talk to someone. )
Hell, I'll call up a Winchester. I know it doesn't feel like it will help, but it will.
[Lucas runs a hand over his face before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.]
I know I can't change it. I know there's nothing I can do. But that doesn't mean I'm not pissed. And talking about it isn't going to make that go away.
I disagree, and so would most people. ( she uncrosses her arms, opening the door again. she turns back. ) Punch walls. Stew. Sit in all that anger. But, sooner or later, let it go. Because it will not serve you.
[He hates that he couldn't protect his friend. He hates that Coop didn't protect their friend better. He hates that they were ever in this situation in the first place.
He hates that none of this feels real yet, and it won't until Hernandez is dead and he knows he's going to stay.]
I know. We all do. But, you know what we also do. Love you. As fucked up as all of this is, you're being given a second chance. Elena's parents are being given a second chance. So, suck it up. And make it worth it. You hear me?
( She will say a proper, hugging goodbye, but she needed to drop some tough love. She leaves her son alone again. )
[The thing is, it doesn't feel like a second chance. It won't feel like a second chance until he knows he's going to be staying and remain himself. She's trying to get him to feel his feelings but all of his feelings are just the fear that he may not get to stay.
He doesn't know how he's supposed to plan or look forward to or enjoy anything if he doesn't feel like he's really here.
He flops back against the bed, trying to steady his breathing, and get his game face on. He'll get his shit together. A car ride with no one he actually cares about in it, and no one he cares about on the ground in Mexico will help. Because a lot of the tension is not knowing how to navigate everyone else's feelings along with his own.
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He hears his mother approach and closes his eyes.]
I'm fine.
[He is nowhere in the vicinity of fine.]
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( She closes the door behind them and leans against it. )
Let's try this again, shall we? You know as well as I do if you don't let it all out, it will drag you down, and you need be in your best shape.
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What is talking about it going to do?
[His best friend is still going to be a vampire. Fucked over by Mikaelsons. Fucked over by Monroe. His anger or talking about his feelings isn't going to change anything.]
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( She'll also make another call, because he needs to talk to someone. )
Hell, I'll call up a Winchester. I know it doesn't feel like it will help, but it will.
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I know I can't change it. I know there's nothing I can do. But that doesn't mean I'm not pissed. And talking about it isn't going to make that go away.
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I hate this.
[He hates that he couldn't protect his friend. He hates that Coop didn't protect their friend better. He hates that they were ever in this situation in the first place.
He hates that none of this feels real yet, and it won't until Hernandez is dead and he knows he's going to stay.]
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( She will say a proper, hugging goodbye, but she needed to drop some tough love. She leaves her son alone again. )
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He doesn't know how he's supposed to plan or look forward to or enjoy anything if he doesn't feel like he's really here.
He flops back against the bed, trying to steady his breathing, and get his game face on. He'll get his shit together. A car ride with no one he actually cares about in it, and no one he cares about on the ground in Mexico will help. Because a lot of the tension is not knowing how to navigate everyone else's feelings along with his own.
It will be easier if he doesn't care.]