UN: fuckthis

[pawnish]

[Have an extremely exhausted sounding British man with more than a little edge of bitter sarcasm in his tone.]

Well, I suppose I should be grateful that it's not a goddamn tape recorder.

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[pawnish]

[When Tim responds, it's definitely a few hours and many drinks later. Well, there's also the conversation with Jon that he'd had as well, which mellowed him out in ways that he'd never expected. More than never expected honestly, considering the way that he'd not thought that he and Jon would ever be able to have a conversation that even approached the truth. It was the stupid little puppy things that had made it possible of course, but he still definitely believed that the truth was the best thing for both of them. While things weren't the way that they had been before all of this had happened, at least it wasn't going to be a fight on sight anymore. There are still things to grapple with, things that will always concern Tim like the fact that he doesn't know if the Eye is going to make him sick or what not given that jon still needed statements but he's certainly calmer. 

The message opens with a long and drawn out kind of sigh, coupled with the way that Tim audibly rubs his hands over his face.]

Look, I'm sorry about that alright? When you've spent the last couple of years trying to fight the sort of monsters who do eat humans almost gleefully, including people you love, you would probably be a little touchy around them too. 

[tim isn't going to mention his upset about jon being officially a monster noh; it's something that he's still processing and working through with everything that brings with it. He still doesn't quite know how to handle it, but it's not something that he can really do anything about.] 

As far as I know I'm still human. How many monsters are there on board? 

[sisterswitch]

[aha, there’s the backstory. jack doesn’t need to know the details to find tim’s reaction understandable; humans get a certain way when grieving.]

I’m sure I would be if I had feelings. One of the perks of being my kind of monster. But for what it’s worth, I’m sorry for your loss.

[that bit about not having feelings isn’t true at all, but it’s a shield jack still clings to, even now. someday, she’ll need to face the trauma of her birth family’s rejection and her accidental murder of her parents, but it’s not something she’s going to tackle today, especially with a stranger.]

But I can’t answer that question in a way you’ll like. Sorry, but I don’t out anyone. What I can tell you is we’re in the minority here, and none of us are any more inherently dangerous than a human. And I can answer questions about myself, I’ve been out of every kind of closet for a long time now and I don’t mind talking about it, as long as it’s respectful.

[so … compromise?]