[ every day. this is bittersweet and sort of cute and clearly still a little important to kaveh, so he's patient while the man explains everything he wants to say on the matter. ]
I think I get the feeling. Half the time I can't really express myself either. But that's...really sweet. I mean I think at the end of the day everybody just wants to be understood and supported, right? Even if we don't always get what people are doing or what's important to them. And...for people who find it hard to connect with people in the first place, when they find someone who's willing to be devoted like that it's a pretty big deal. It's nice to know they found each other...even if the time was cut a little short.
[ it's nice to know that kaveh came into existence out of a place of love, really, and that his mother wanted him to kind of remember and take away the same lesson. ]
There's probably at least one person like that for everybody, don't you think?
[Kaveh nods as Jonas speaks, acknowledgment and agreement both. He's very lucky, he knows. Alhaitham had lost his parents at such a young age, and Kaveh's met plenty of people whose family lives weren't as tender and loving as his own. (Before he tore it all apart, of course--but that's neither here nor there.)]
Do you think so? [Hmmm. He ponders that.] I'd like it if that were true. I have always wanted to find someone who understands me.
[Because no matter how sweet and kind people can be, no matter how well he gets along with them--or even how thrilling it is to find people he clashes with--it's never quite the same. He so deeply values everyone who comes into his life, to the point where he's terrified of driving them away, but he knows perfectly well that they don't view the world the way he does. Which is fine, of course. But every now and then, there's that pang of longing that crops up.]
My mother did end up remarrying eventually. I don't know her new husband that well, but if he makes her happy, that's all that matters.
but he nods. it's not like...sometimes the people that understand you best are the people you meet at the worst times of your life. or you don't realize just how much they actually do understand you because they tend to counterbalance your own worldviews more often than not. but to explain all that...well. he just doesn't. ]
I think so, even if it doesn't always look the same for everybody else. It'd be nice if there was, like, some sort of a blueprint for how these things worked but it might just be about waiting and seeing. As much as that part sucks. I think it's a little better than just thinking you'll be alone forever, anyway.
[ he squints. ]
...you haven't seen her in that long? [ he had at first assumed she'd also passed, and then kaveh had mentioned something about a forwarding address a different time, and now he's thinking "hold the fuck on." ] I didn't realize that.
[ not that it matters though. not when something else happens until 3:15:57, even if he doesn't really remember alex calling after him. ]
I don't know... sometimes, I'd agree with you. Certain things would be much easier to fix if there were concrete guidelines. But other times, I think part of the beauty of life is the organic discovery of a connection. If we humans were as rigid and structured as buildings, art wouldn't have the life that it does.
[So it could go either way, in his mind. Despite the way this game has wrung him dry, he usually doesn't question his conversational abilities that much, even though he does sometimes convince himself that he's a toxic burden.
BUT ANYWAY. He's about to answer, but then he gets pig'd. He lifts a hand, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead as the memory fades.]
I suppose not. It's...scary to try and connect with people sometimes when you have no idea what'll happen with them. But maybe that's a good point, too. There's something to be said about the difference in how you meet people and what those people mean to you.
[ he goes back and forth on that, sometimes. but then...there is a memory. and he frowns a little at that particular memory before he decides on how to respond. ]
...there's a lot that was going on there, so you might have to be a little more specific. [ dry. he doesn't mind explaining, but there is. so much. ]
[He does get it, kind of; there are definitely times when he wishes he'd known the right thing to say or do. But ultimately, he thinks pain is a part of life; that holds true for this too.]
Bomb shelter, technically. On an island. We...went there that night because it was just a thing people did in that town. Or at least something the kids who're about to become seniors in high school do, they go to this island and stay the night and party on the beach or whatever.
That didn't happen for us. We got there, and things happened that we had to fix.
Try to keep it that way. [ easily said, and yet firm. ] Maybe there are some ghosts out there that are friendly, but that isn't always the case. Some of them are angry...vengeful. And they won't stop until they figure out how to get what they want, or until someone stops them themselves.
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I think I get the feeling. Half the time I can't really express myself either. But that's...really sweet. I mean I think at the end of the day everybody just wants to be understood and supported, right? Even if we don't always get what people are doing or what's important to them. And...for people who find it hard to connect with people in the first place, when they find someone who's willing to be devoted like that it's a pretty big deal. It's nice to know they found each other...even if the time was cut a little short.
[ it's nice to know that kaveh came into existence out of a place of love, really, and that his mother wanted him to kind of remember and take away the same lesson. ]
There's probably at least one person like that for everybody, don't you think?
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Do you think so? [Hmmm. He ponders that.] I'd like it if that were true. I have always wanted to find someone who understands me.
[Because no matter how sweet and kind people can be, no matter how well he gets along with them--or even how thrilling it is to find people he clashes with--it's never quite the same. He so deeply values everyone who comes into his life, to the point where he's terrified of driving them away, but he knows perfectly well that they don't view the world the way he does. Which is fine, of course. But every now and then, there's that pang of longing that crops up.]
My mother did end up remarrying eventually. I don't know her new husband that well, but if he makes her happy, that's all that matters.
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but he nods. it's not like...sometimes the people that understand you best are the people you meet at the worst times of your life. or you don't realize just how much they actually do understand you because they tend to counterbalance your own worldviews more often than not. but to explain all that...well. he just doesn't. ]
I think so, even if it doesn't always look the same for everybody else. It'd be nice if there was, like, some sort of a blueprint for how these things worked but it might just be about waiting and seeing. As much as that part sucks. I think it's a little better than just thinking you'll be alone forever, anyway.
[ he squints. ]
...you haven't seen her in that long? [ he had at first assumed she'd also passed, and then kaveh had mentioned something about a forwarding address a different time, and now he's thinking "hold the fuck on." ] I didn't realize that.
[ not that it matters though. not when something else happens until 3:15:57, even if he doesn't really remember alex calling after him. ]
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But that makes Kaveh smile a little.]
I don't know... sometimes, I'd agree with you. Certain things would be much easier to fix if there were concrete guidelines. But other times, I think part of the beauty of life is the organic discovery of a connection. If we humans were as rigid and structured as buildings, art wouldn't have the life that it does.
[So it could go either way, in his mind. Despite the way this game has wrung him dry, he usually doesn't question his conversational abilities that much, even though he does sometimes convince himself that he's a toxic burden.
BUT ANYWAY. He's about to answer, but then he gets pig'd. He lifts a hand, pressing the heel of his palm to his forehead as the memory fades.]
What was...? [Time travel? Ghosts?? Radios????]
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[ he goes back and forth on that, sometimes. but then...there is a memory. and he frowns a little at that particular memory before he decides on how to respond. ]
...there's a lot that was going on there, so you might have to be a little more specific. [ dry. he doesn't mind explaining, but there is. so much. ]
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[He does get it, kind of; there are definitely times when he wishes he'd known the right thing to say or do. But ultimately, he thinks pain is a part of life; that holds true for this too.]
Where were you two?
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That didn't happen for us. We got there, and things happened that we had to fix.
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Have you ever seen a ghost before, Kaveh?
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