TM 236: What does respect mean to you?
Author's Note: For daughterof_evil, who requested pwned!Miles. Which is just the only way he respects anyone, don'tchaknow. Reference is made to this post.
No, I don't think it is. I think he grew up in a house with a lot of history behind it. I think it had a lot of memories for him. I think it meant something to him - more than the rest of the expensive shit he has, and it burned to the ground. I think it really fucking sucks, Miles.
I think you really fucking suck for not realizing that some things matter to people.
Miles sat back a bit in his computer chair, reading the comment from Sasha and feeling slightly unsettled. He could feel how pissed she was practically radiating out of the computer. Up until he'd started talking to her, he'd been procrastinating by making pages. And loathing his creative process that made everything he wrote feel like shit.
Didn't help that he was worried about his best friend, who was currently off in Gotham with that Wayne guy, doing God only knew what. From what he knew, he wasn't that bad. But this was Sasha. A hurt and angry Sasha at that. He never knew quite how to deal with that, whether it was his fault or someone else's.
Sure he'd play it off, or try to do something to make her feel better, but he couldn't really process the situation inside his head. Instinct, as always, would rule the situation. Whatever would work, would work. But inside his head, he didn't understand it. She'd been through a lot. Too much. But he never really saw her give up all that often. Not these days, anyway.
Sasha had done a lot of growing in not too long a timespan, and Miles still had a hard time getting over that. She'd become stronger than he was. Able to deal with things he hadn't even fathomed until she'd told him about it. From Peter, to all her new friends, all the way down the line. There were some times when he was intensely jealous of all these new people getting to her in ways he never had, childishly so, and he was stuck wishing for it to be like the old days.
There wasn't any going back. Recent events had proven that things were only going to get worse before they got better, and times were changing.
But here he was. Giving her shit about a friend who'd helped her out. Suddenly, staring at the computer screen, Miles was guilty. Unbelievably guilty. Sasha didn't deserve this, she deserved his help. In whatever way she'd accept it.
And so, he committed a rarity.
... Alright, Christ. I'm sorry.
Miles couldn't think of anything else to do. But he meant it, and that should be something. He could have taken it a step further, expanded, and told her something supportive. How he thought it was great that Sasha was doing something for herself. Handling the situation to help her, like he believed he should.
Unfortunately, he knew he wouldn't. Maybe if he could tell she needed it. He prided himself on still being able to make those calls. However much that would mean.
He wished he'd just stuck with the damn pages and gotten some work done. He hated feeling like this. It was so... rational Not him.
Times were definitely changing.
Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count (Without comment quotes): 462
No, I don't think it is. I think he grew up in a house with a lot of history behind it. I think it had a lot of memories for him. I think it meant something to him - more than the rest of the expensive shit he has, and it burned to the ground. I think it really fucking sucks, Miles.
I think you really fucking suck for not realizing that some things matter to people.
Miles sat back a bit in his computer chair, reading the comment from Sasha and feeling slightly unsettled. He could feel how pissed she was practically radiating out of the computer. Up until he'd started talking to her, he'd been procrastinating by making pages. And loathing his creative process that made everything he wrote feel like shit.
Didn't help that he was worried about his best friend, who was currently off in Gotham with that Wayne guy, doing God only knew what. From what he knew, he wasn't that bad. But this was Sasha. A hurt and angry Sasha at that. He never knew quite how to deal with that, whether it was his fault or someone else's.
Sure he'd play it off, or try to do something to make her feel better, but he couldn't really process the situation inside his head. Instinct, as always, would rule the situation. Whatever would work, would work. But inside his head, he didn't understand it. She'd been through a lot. Too much. But he never really saw her give up all that often. Not these days, anyway.
Sasha had done a lot of growing in not too long a timespan, and Miles still had a hard time getting over that. She'd become stronger than he was. Able to deal with things he hadn't even fathomed until she'd told him about it. From Peter, to all her new friends, all the way down the line. There were some times when he was intensely jealous of all these new people getting to her in ways he never had, childishly so, and he was stuck wishing for it to be like the old days.
There wasn't any going back. Recent events had proven that things were only going to get worse before they got better, and times were changing.
But here he was. Giving her shit about a friend who'd helped her out. Suddenly, staring at the computer screen, Miles was guilty. Unbelievably guilty. Sasha didn't deserve this, she deserved his help. In whatever way she'd accept it.
And so, he committed a rarity.
... Alright, Christ. I'm sorry.
Miles couldn't think of anything else to do. But he meant it, and that should be something. He could have taken it a step further, expanded, and told her something supportive. How he thought it was great that Sasha was doing something for herself. Handling the situation to help her, like he believed he should.
Unfortunately, he knew he wouldn't. Maybe if he could tell she needed it. He prided himself on still being able to make those calls. However much that would mean.
He wished he'd just stuck with the damn pages and gotten some work done. He hated feeling like this. It was so... rational Not him.
Times were definitely changing.
Muse: Miles Lawson
Fandom: Original Character
Word Count (Without comment quotes): 462