Credence backs off the subject as soon as he notices Jesse's discomfort, which is pretty much immediately. Of course then he has nothing to say at all, so he just gulps his water and wonders what mistakes he's made in this meeting, what he could and should have done better.
It's not him, of course; Jesse is harshly self-critical when he decides to really push himself, and he's become squirmingly embarrassed of all the flaws and fuck-ups he's found on the stupid case. It sucks, he wants to say. I know it sucks.
But he doesn't, and Credence doesn't say anything else, and Jesse does not love awkward silences. He clears his throat, knees bouncing anxiously. "So, um. Anything else?"
"I mean-- try not to kill anybody is probably a good one. At the beginning I tried to throw in don't be an asshole, but then I got a string of dudes who enjoy being assholes, so."
He glances Credence over, the corner of his mouth ticking up faintly. "You don't seem like that, so: don't be an asshole."
"I won't. I don't want to be - I just don't want to bother anybody. I don't
want to cause any trouble."
Though he's already hurt Elizabeth, and he tried to kill Bill, and there
was a near miss with Annie and he wishes that all these things were just
written on his skin so people could look at him and know how badly he's
already failing.
"That would - be fine," Credence says, an answer which has the benefit (to
him) of not actually expressing a personal preference. He just wants to be
told. He's perfectly good at following orders.
Jesse, of course, would like it to be a matter of personal preference, and his shoulders do sag very slightly at such an obedient answer. He doesn't push it, though. "Okay. Cool. Come find me at lunch, we'll hang out."
It's okay, he tells himself: it's still all steps forward, and that's the part that matters.
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Date: 2017-02-04 12:35 am (UTC)He shoves the phone back into his pocket, rubs the back of his neck. "It's not-- I dunno. It works."
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Date: 2017-02-04 12:57 am (UTC)But he doesn't, and Credence doesn't say anything else, and Jesse does not love awkward silences. He clears his throat, knees bouncing anxiously. "So, um. Anything else?"
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Date: 2017-02-04 01:03 am (UTC)"Are there...rules?" he asks. "This is a prison, so I thought...but people keep saying there aren't. I don't want to get anything wrong."
No more than he has already.
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Date: 2017-02-04 01:09 am (UTC)He glances Credence over, the corner of his mouth ticking up faintly. "You don't seem like that, so: don't be an asshole."
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Date: 2017-02-04 01:14 am (UTC)Credence stares steadily at his knees.
"I won't. I don't want to be - I just don't want to bother anybody. I don't want to cause any trouble."
Though he's already hurt Elizabeth, and he tried to kill Bill, and there was a near miss with Annie and he wishes that all these things were just written on his skin so people could look at him and know how badly he's already failing.
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Date: 2017-02-04 01:26 am (UTC)He hopes, at least, for his sake. And hope is a nice thing to feel again, even just a little.
He chafes his hands, hesitating, then: "Do you want to maybe, like... set up like a lunch thing, or something like that...? Like a check-in?"
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Date: 2017-02-04 09:06 am (UTC)"That would - be fine," Credence says, an answer which has the benefit (to him) of not actually expressing a personal preference. He just wants to be told. He's perfectly good at following orders.
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Date: 2017-02-05 01:57 am (UTC)It's okay, he tells himself: it's still all steps forward, and that's the part that matters.