She does seem nice. In a weirdly authoritative way. "Told me. No more maintenance. Then made me a whole store in the Enclosure to destroy when I cried about it."
He slowly but neatly puts the two sets of notes together, playing through the whole phrase.
"No. Yes. I don't know." There'd been a lot of things he felt in that moment, and it's hard to pick them apart. He frowns at the keys a little, and runs through the musical phrase he has again, still slow and careful, like he's focusing on that to keep from getting upset, now. "Sometimes tears just happen. And I don't really know why. It's like the punching thing. Except the only thing it hurts is my face."
When he puts it like that, he'd rather cry than punch things. Now if only he could nudge his stupid emotional reactions that way all the time.
"That's depressingly relatable," Ellie mutters, a thought she'd usually keep to herself, but she's been open already with him. He knows she's not a ball of sunshine.
"But crying is good, sometimes. Gotta let that shit out even if you don't know why."
It’s a pretty fine line to walk, being a warden who doesn’t put up with shit and one who acts like a jackass because it’s an option. You’ll figure it out eventually.
I've made it clear with all my temps that I'm not here to swing my warden dick around or whatever. I'm here for my deal, and they probably don't wanna be an inmate forever, so. Win-win.
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