I doubt very much she would like to be culpable in how you are hurting now.
[ a grim honesty dealt for the sake of the truth: fitz is hurt, and he is only hurting because of himself.
klaus sucks in a breath, looks away, groping and searching for what wisdom he carries. what words of guidance and comfort he has; what pieces of himself might aide and not cut. ]
Love is... [ he trails off, looks to his friend, and tells the truth. ] It is a terrible thing. It will hurt you. [ it will certainly hurt fitz, as selflessly as he feels it. as cowardly and close as he holds it. ] To ignore it will only deepen and poison its roots.
Tell her. [ a certainty enters his gaze, his voice. ] Or you will regret it, and so will she.
[He shakes his head again. Klaus is drawing conclusions based on an incomplete dataset.]
After I told her last, I was... [There are a lot of words to describe it, and Fitz hates all of them.] Injured. I became a burden, and she left for quite some time. We were able to reconcile, but I couldn't endanger our friendship again.
If she's happy, then that's enough. Recovering Will is what she needs most.
[ what klaus hears is fear. that's what this is: fear of rejection, fear of being alone, fear of self and what little worth fitz places in his own. ] You can't know what she needs, or wants. You can't know what will make her truly happy, not until you admit what you need to, to her. You're afraid. You're afraid just as you were of your friends, that they would abandon you, but there is nothing to fear from loneliness. [ it was all he feared, for centuries, and still does. his hand curls into a fist in his lap. ] That is a terror you make all on your own.
Take my advice, or don't, [ he knows there's little he can do to force this kind of will, to heal this kind of damage. all he can ask is: ] but remember it.
[Klaus compares this to the last time Fitz found himself dissolving into feelings that ought to stay locked up where they can't hurt anyone. It's not productive to have these talks. And yet he can't seem to stop having these talks lately.]
I think it's become quite clear that those friends did abandon me. Quite completely, considering they left me to be strangled and mutilated, and subsequently couldn't be bothered with as much as an obligatory floral arrangement while I recovered. I mistook coworkers for true friends, and I've learned to live with that mistake.
[Klaus intervened then to help Fitz recover from a raw, bleeding wound. And though he's recovered well enough to talk about it now, what once was pain has since scarred over. There is no more worry, but nor is there any trust towards them.]
But still... Thank you. For talking with me. And for understanding. I'm sorry for troubling you unannounced.
[ klaus looks away. he cannot help it, for the harsh words that leave fitz are no doubt in part his fault, created through his influence. he was abandoned, yes, but that bitterness was not created in a vacuum. it's just as possible, even knowing fitz's anguish and anger over that day, that he had a hand to play in what is so vehemently expressed now.
fitz has been abandoned, yes. that does not mean he always will be.
klaus softens, something of a smile in his eyes, a lightness in his tone. ] Well, it's difficult to announce trouble.
[ that is to say: it was no trouble at all. ]
It was my pleasure, as your friend. [ he pauses. there is some encouragement and support to give. admiration, to depart. ] For what it's worth, it is the right thing: to help her.
[And what a friend Klaus is. As much as his heroes' betrayal has left him bereft and embittered, support from Klaus provides possibly the last vestiges of real hope left to him. He can't rely on heroes he once believed in, or on Jemma to ever reciprocate his feelings, but Klaus is a constant. He knows, deep in his bones, that Klaus will never betray him. It'll have to be enough to get him through.]
Thanks, Klaus. That means quite a bit, coming from you.
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[ a grim honesty dealt for the sake of the truth: fitz is hurt, and he is only hurting because of himself.
klaus sucks in a breath, looks away, groping and searching for what wisdom he carries. what words of guidance and comfort he has; what pieces of himself might aide and not cut. ]
Love is... [ he trails off, looks to his friend, and tells the truth. ] It is a terrible thing. It will hurt you. [ it will certainly hurt fitz, as selflessly as he feels it. as cowardly and close as he holds it. ] To ignore it will only deepen and poison its roots.
Tell her. [ a certainty enters his gaze, his voice. ] Or you will regret it, and so will she.
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After I told her last, I was... [There are a lot of words to describe it, and Fitz hates all of them.] Injured. I became a burden, and she left for quite some time. We were able to reconcile, but I couldn't endanger our friendship again.
If she's happy, then that's enough. Recovering Will is what she needs most.
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Take my advice, or don't, [ he knows there's little he can do to force this kind of will, to heal this kind of damage. all he can ask is: ] but remember it.
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I think it's become quite clear that those friends did abandon me. Quite completely, considering they left me to be strangled and mutilated, and subsequently couldn't be bothered with as much as an obligatory floral arrangement while I recovered. I mistook coworkers for true friends, and I've learned to live with that mistake.
[Klaus intervened then to help Fitz recover from a raw, bleeding wound. And though he's recovered well enough to talk about it now, what once was pain has since scarred over. There is no more worry, but nor is there any trust towards them.]
But still... Thank you. For talking with me. And for understanding. I'm sorry for troubling you unannounced.
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fitz has been abandoned, yes. that does not mean he always will be.
klaus softens, something of a smile in his eyes, a lightness in his tone. ] Well, it's difficult to announce trouble.
[ that is to say: it was no trouble at all. ]
It was my pleasure, as your friend. [ he pauses. there is some encouragement and support to give. admiration, to depart. ] For what it's worth, it is the right thing: to help her.
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Thanks, Klaus. That means quite a bit, coming from you.