Dirk takes the towel, but he doesn't do anything with it.
Instead, he's silent for a good two or three seconds after John finishes.
".... no. She won't understand anything."
His voice comes out as much dead as deadpan, and he makes no move to correct that.
The Game is so much a part of it all, and yet so much of it is past tense in a way that prohibits him from even trying to talk about it, let alone wanting to. And what would he even say? The part of it that she understands--no, not even understands, even what she simply knows--even the part of it that she really knows, the Jane he left behind to manage Earth C in his absence, was just a fraction of his own. A mere fleck on the surface of his knowledge and his experience, as his own collective Self.
"I get that you want to mediate. You want to fix this. Or fix me."
Oh, yes, he's noticed. You're not sly, John.
"And I get that that's because that's just what you do, but literally none of this is all that personal. It just is."
He finally takes the towel to his arms after that, like he didn't just slap whatever intended goodwill John was trying to extend right out of John's hands.
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Instead, he's silent for a good two or three seconds after John finishes.
".... no. She won't understand anything."
His voice comes out as much dead as deadpan, and he makes no move to correct that.
The Game is so much a part of it all, and yet so much of it is past tense in a way that prohibits him from even trying to talk about it, let alone wanting to. And what would he even say? The part of it that she understands--no, not even understands, even what she simply knows--even the part of it that she really knows, the Jane he left behind to manage Earth C in his absence, was just a fraction of his own. A mere fleck on the surface of his knowledge and his experience, as his own collective Self.
"I get that you want to mediate. You want to fix this. Or fix me."
Oh, yes, he's noticed. You're not sly, John.
"And I get that that's because that's just what you do, but literally none of this is all that personal. It just is."
He finally takes the towel to his arms after that, like he didn't just slap whatever intended goodwill John was trying to extend right out of John's hands.