[Steve can respect someone who wants to get down to business.
If there's enough room on the loveseat to sit without crowding her, he'll do that - otherwise he has no problem just plopping on the floor. As usual, he doesn't want to tower over her.]
Mostly I just heard you got into it a bit a few days ago.
[He might be trying to subtly make sure she came out of it unscathed (or unscathed enough that he doesn't need to do anything about it).]
[ she motions for him to sit, turning slightly to press her back to the inside arm on her end. laura nods, knowing that was likely why he was here. And he wouldn't be the type of warden he already is showing himself to be if he turned a blind eye to it all. ]
You mean punching Malcolm? It was pretty satisfying, I won't lie about that.
[ she reaches for the thermos and starts unscrewing the lid. her tone remains unapologetic. ]
[ laura pours some of the coffee into her cup and instantly gets a whiff of the steam. she points to it, silently asking if there's something "more" in this coffee. ]
From what I've learned, the amount of times is kind of fucking staggering really. [ she takes a sip and makes a tiny sound of approval. ] And that's why I punched him. The guy says he wants to help people, but if he's any kind of professional, he'll let the people come to him for help. Not get in people's faces to lecture them on their unhealthy coping mechanisms or point out when their deflecting.
Not violently, no. Though I would have taken a lot more satisfaction in punching and seeing a bloody nose or something. I'm not sure I understand how someone who punched him in the nose and gave him two black eyes is excusable because the person had a reason but I'm the one who needs help.
[ Laura shrugs, taking another sip of the coffee. ]
I swear the guy loves the attention that being a victim brings him.
[Steve tilts his head, smiling in a way that's more grimace than anything.]
Sounds like he might. [Like the attention, he means.] It still gets people attention around here -
Well. The right people, [he adds, quietly. They're all victims, in a lot of ways, but the inmates far more. And all he can think about is the rampant favoritism he'd faced for years, working against him. But that's not what's important here.]
Sometimes when nobody listens to you, you've gotta make 'em listen. [His way of saying he understands why she might have done it.] If you don't want his help, that's more than fair.
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[Which means that, in about an hour, there's a knock at her door.
He brought a loaf of Irish soda bread, wrapped in a clean towel to keep it warm, and B's thermos, full of coffee. Possibly mildly spiked.]
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laura opens the door. she offers him a little smile. ]
Mornin'
[ well, for her it is. ]
You brought me presents. Are they because you're here to talk to me about something you don't want to talk to me about?
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At least she gets breakfast delivered?]
Not... exactly? I mean, who ever wants to talk about stuff, really, but I promise it shouldn't be too painful.
[Hopefully that's a promise he can keep.] It's mostly just a, uh. More thorough check-in?
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laura listens while carefully unwrapping the bread and leans down to smell it. when she looks at him again, her brow crinkles. ]
Okay. Let's do it then.
[ laura's tone is wary. ]
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If there's enough room on the loveseat to sit without crowding her, he'll do that - otherwise he has no problem just plopping on the floor. As usual, he doesn't want to tower over her.]
Mostly I just heard you got into it a bit a few days ago.
[He might be trying to subtly make sure she came out of it unscathed (or unscathed enough that he doesn't need to do anything about it).]
I wanted to see how that went.
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You mean punching Malcolm? It was pretty satisfying, I won't lie about that.
[ she reaches for the thermos and starts unscrewing the lid. her tone remains unapologetic. ]
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[Steve does not know much about the guy, honestly, but that much he has gleaned.]
Can I ask why you punched him? Just curious.
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From what I've learned, the amount of times is kind of fucking staggering really. [ she takes a sip and makes a tiny sound of approval. ] And that's why I punched him. The guy says he wants to help people, but if he's any kind of professional, he'll let the people come to him for help. Not get in people's faces to lecture them on their unhealthy coping mechanisms or point out when their deflecting.
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But back to the matter at hand:] Yeah, that's the problem with professionals. They really like to hear themselves talk.
So I take it he wants to help you, and you'd like to pass. Violently.
[He might have to have a chat with the guy - no means no, even when it comes to therapy, etc.]
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[ Laura shrugs, taking another sip of the coffee. ]
I swear the guy loves the attention that being a victim brings him.
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Sounds like he might. [Like the attention, he means.] It still gets people attention around here -
Well. The right people, [he adds, quietly. They're all victims, in a lot of ways, but the inmates far more. And all he can think about is the rampant favoritism he'd faced for years, working against him. But that's not what's important here.]
Sometimes when nobody listens to you, you've gotta make 'em listen. [His way of saying he understands why she might have done it.] If you don't want his help, that's more than fair.