[ Yeah. Yeah, Peter's right. That's absolutely what he should have done. Hell, he's said the same to others, albeit in a different context - what Peter needs isn't protection, it's support. How could he have forgotten?
... No, it's not just that, though. It's because protecting is easier.
He knows how to be that shoulder, in theory. He's filled that role before. But he was stronger then, and the grief was younger. It wasn't the festering tumor it's since become. And that's what lies at the heart of this, isn't it? That's why he keeps making these assumptions. Why he's always worrying Peter will bite off more than he can chew, or work himself into an early grave, or shatter under the strain of everything he's been through.
So he did make it about himself, after all.
Qubit folds his arms, letting his gaze drift to the lab table that got shoved across the room a minute ago, but without really looking at it. He was wrong, again. He deceived and manipulated someone he trusts and respects, again. And for what? Peter's own good? The good of Anchor? Or was it just to make his life easier? To avoid facing up to his issues?
Coward. Hypocrite. You weak, gutless, foolish little man. ]
... Well, fine. Lesson learned. Clearly, you've got it all well in hand.
[ Sorry, did that come out sounding bitter? Whatever, fuck it. He's just going to head over to one of the broken instruments on the floor and start cleaning up. Back to work. Business as usual. This is fine. ]
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... No, it's not just that, though. It's because protecting is easier.
He knows how to be that shoulder, in theory. He's filled that role before. But he was stronger then, and the grief was younger. It wasn't the festering tumor it's since become. And that's what lies at the heart of this, isn't it? That's why he keeps making these assumptions. Why he's always worrying Peter will bite off more than he can chew, or work himself into an early grave, or shatter under the strain of everything he's been through.
So he did make it about himself, after all.
Qubit folds his arms, letting his gaze drift to the lab table that got shoved across the room a minute ago, but without really looking at it. He was wrong, again. He deceived and manipulated someone he trusts and respects, again. And for what? Peter's own good? The good of Anchor? Or was it just to make his life easier? To avoid facing up to his issues?
Coward. Hypocrite. You weak, gutless, foolish little man. ]
... Well, fine. Lesson learned. Clearly, you've got it all well in hand.
[ Sorry, did that come out sounding bitter? Whatever, fuck it. He's just going to head over to one of the broken instruments on the floor and start cleaning up. Back to work. Business as usual. This is fine. ]