"I don't actually have an argument for that," he says as he sips at his own water. "Other than to say that the true villain is the American high school system."
"What, did you go to some magic school that was immune to cliques?" He laughs.
"We're on a boat full of adults - " A pause. " - mostly adults. And there are cliques exactly like that. We're in a very gritty version of Mean Girls right now."
"That doesn't make the whole thing any less bullshit," is his counterargument to that, "and of course I didn't. I had no friends and people couldn't stand me. I spent most of my time in the library. I avoided the whole thing, for the most part."
He doesn't sound as if he didn't care so much as, well, that was the best of his options and what is a single kid to do in such a situation? Fucking deal, really.
"Oh my god, you couldn't prove my point harder if you tried."
He puts his water on the floor, away from foot traffic. "This is pretty much how high school was for me, too. Less...blowing up, of course. But - one or two friends. And we spent more time fucking around than anything else. Well, not too much fucking around. Still had to get good grades or dad would be on my ass, but enough."
He leans his head back.
"I hate it here, Jon. I'm not going to - blow it all to hell again or anything. And it's definitely the death toll talking. But I want to go home." He laughs, more than a little bitterly.
Jon looks back at him for a moment before he lets his own glass rest on the ground. He's not sure what to say about that, because he gets it. He really, most sincerely, does.
"I'm sure you do," he says quietly, gently, really, "and thankfully, eventually, you will. I do have faith in that."
He nods. "Thanks," he tells him, honest though it's marred a bit by his own smarmy tone. "I don't have a choice, but thanks." He gives him a bit of a nudge.
"Well, I'll let you pick the next movie since you sat through that?" he tells him. "And hopefully when I'm not about to drop, I might actually appreciate it?"
He looks back at Jacobi. Because if he could not appreciate a proper adventure movie, let alone the adventure movie, well, there was just nowhere this friendship could go, clearly.
But it's just as clear how much he genuinely enjoys the movies when he murmurs-
"Thank you."
And if he's mouthing along with more than a few of the lines as the movie starts, so be it.
Jacobi's just as into this one as he was to the other (and it helps that Harrison Ford is very much his Type), but it's clear that he's not going to make it all the way through. He tries. He tries really hard. But just as they Indy starts the truck chase on horseback, Jacobi can't keep his eyes open any longer. He slinks back against the wall, dozing.
Jon Knows, but he’ll watch til the end of the scene before stopping it and collecting his things. Then he’ll pack up and leave a note on top of a sleeping Jacobi’s forehead.
Daniel,
You’re a Philistine. We’ll finish up next time. And stop walking around so much.
Daniel wakes when he hears the door close, a little confused as to where he is but - ah. Right.
He finds the note, reads it with a fond eyeroll, and then finally lies down to get comfortable. "C'mon," he mutters to the wolf, raising up an arm for him briefly. But he's already back asleep.
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"We're on a boat full of adults - " A pause. " - mostly adults. And there are cliques exactly like that. We're in a very gritty version of Mean Girls right now."
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He doesn't sound as if he didn't care so much as, well, that was the best of his options and what is a single kid to do in such a situation? Fucking deal, really.
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"Oh my god, you couldn't prove my point harder if you tried."
He puts his water on the floor, away from foot traffic. "This is pretty much how high school was for me, too. Less...blowing up, of course. But - one or two friends. And we spent more time fucking around than anything else. Well, not too much fucking around. Still had to get good grades or dad would be on my ass, but enough."
He leans his head back.
"I hate it here, Jon. I'm not going to - blow it all to hell again or anything. And it's definitely the death toll talking. But I want to go home." He laughs, more than a little bitterly.
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"I'm sure you do," he says quietly, gently, really, "and thankfully, eventually, you will. I do have faith in that."
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"Well, I'll let you pick the next movie since you sat through that?" he tells him. "And hopefully when I'm not about to drop, I might actually appreciate it?"
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He'll nudge him back before he starts hunting around on his computer for the movie he's putting on, which might surprise Jacobi.
"...not a word. to anyone, thank you."
Because that file he just selected? Definitely says 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'.
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Not a word.
But -
"Nice choice."
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But it's just as clear how much he genuinely enjoys the movies when he murmurs-
"Thank you."
And if he's mouthing along with more than a few of the lines as the movie starts, so be it.
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Daniel,
You’re a Philistine. We’ll finish up next time. And stop walking around so much.
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He finds the note, reads it with a fond eyeroll, and then finally lies down to get comfortable. "C'mon," he mutters to the wolf, raising up an arm for him briefly. But he's already back asleep.
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