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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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.]