Sure. [ He nodded, pressing his lips a little. ] You did say it was a complicated story, and that a chart would help. So if you ever feel like making that chart... I'd like to see it, yes.
[ Optimism sounds like something both Lucy and Victor need to practice. Luckily for them, Jim's well-versed in that, so he might rub off on them a little.
He didn't say anything to the next words, though his expression was understanding. He tipped his head a little in a soft nod. ] Doesn't mean we stop trying, does it? We just get up and keep going. You should never give up.
[ Not when it came to what was right, and to the people they loved. Quitting just wasn't in his dictionary, honestly, no matter the sacrifice. He still failed sometimes, he still saw people suffer and die despite his best efforts, but he could never let that defeat him, or make him stop trying to protect people.
He exhaled, a hint more relaxed at Lucy's confession. He was glad to hear her speak her mind and confess what she really was worried about regarding Jim, and he was even more relieved for the opportunity to put her worries to rest. ]
I know what you mean. [ He shifted on his seat, a little awkward. ] I, uh... had a stepfather. I didn't call him 'father' or 'dad' or anything, but he married my mom when I was very little. He basically just claimed everything that used to belong to my dad and acted as though it was all his. And he... well, let's just say he wasn't a very nice guy. I grew up hating him a lot, and I was too stubborn and reckless, so... living at the farm with him wasn't fun. At all. My mom was away for work very often too, so I ended up avoiding the house a lot, slept at friends' places, so on. It got me into a lot of trouble. He wasn't very nice or understanding to me, and he treated me very poorly whenever I ended up going back to the farm, after being away for days or weeks.
[ Which was to say that he punished Jim in unusually cruel ways, and sometimes hit him too, if he just happened to feel like it. Nothing too violent or anything, just a slap at best, but it still made Jim feel like crap, and he ended up loathing the guy even more. ]
I couldn't treat anyone that way. And I'm not here just to butter you up or get you to let me into the house. I want us to get along, and to like each other.
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[ Optimism sounds like something both Lucy and Victor need to practice. Luckily for them, Jim's well-versed in that, so he might rub off on them a little.
He didn't say anything to the next words, though his expression was understanding. He tipped his head a little in a soft nod. ] Doesn't mean we stop trying, does it? We just get up and keep going. You should never give up.
[ Not when it came to what was right, and to the people they loved. Quitting just wasn't in his dictionary, honestly, no matter the sacrifice. He still failed sometimes, he still saw people suffer and die despite his best efforts, but he could never let that defeat him, or make him stop trying to protect people.
He exhaled, a hint more relaxed at Lucy's confession. He was glad to hear her speak her mind and confess what she really was worried about regarding Jim, and he was even more relieved for the opportunity to put her worries to rest. ]
I know what you mean. [ He shifted on his seat, a little awkward. ] I, uh... had a stepfather. I didn't call him 'father' or 'dad' or anything, but he married my mom when I was very little. He basically just claimed everything that used to belong to my dad and acted as though it was all his. And he... well, let's just say he wasn't a very nice guy. I grew up hating him a lot, and I was too stubborn and reckless, so... living at the farm with him wasn't fun. At all. My mom was away for work very often too, so I ended up avoiding the house a lot, slept at friends' places, so on. It got me into a lot of trouble. He wasn't very nice or understanding to me, and he treated me very poorly whenever I ended up going back to the farm, after being away for days or weeks.
[ Which was to say that he punished Jim in unusually cruel ways, and sometimes hit him too, if he just happened to feel like it. Nothing too violent or anything, just a slap at best, but it still made Jim feel like crap, and he ended up loathing the guy even more. ]
I couldn't treat anyone that way. And I'm not here just to butter you up or get you to let me into the house. I want us to get along, and to like each other.