[Despite his own emotional state which was not great, Vander was able to see how his provoking words affected Silco. They knew each others tells, had read one another's body language for years, knew the little intricate details where a pointed comment could strike home and cause a reaction. At one time, it had been them against the world that wished to crush them into forced submission. He knew Silco was on the verge of reacting, to succumbing to the war that he was provoking.
And he welcomed it. After two months, it was like a habit to be itched, a familiarity for a temper he otherwise kept beneath the surface with a practiced ease. A part of him even recognized the self-destructive nature of provocation: Silco would hurt him, and he invited it.
Yet, the anticipation for that knife to be brought to bear between them, linked as they were without an escape on his end, stalled when Silco resisted the urge. It forced him to stand back up to his full height, and by his own assessment, he linked the potential loss of Jinx (or even another outburst of her displeasure) to also be a source of fear enough within the older man that momentarily overrode Silco's own anger towards him.
Interesting.]
You know I don't scar that easily, and this injury is healing just fine. [Yet, he made a point of relenting on that unnecessary detail. His state of health didn't particular matter. Jinx did.] And if my daughter wishes further discussion on my actions, she has every right and opportunity to come to me directly. My door is always open for her.
[He shifted where he was standing when Silco made a point of sitting down, and he once again was forced to test the boundaries of the tether distance between them. It was an odd circumstance where he couldn't simply muscle his way out of a situation with Silco, and while he suspected he could pick the man up and carry him off, the amount of screeching would attract attention. He might try it anyway, but not yet... he'd bind his time.
Instead, he reached into his pocket to pull out a crushed up pack of cigarettes and pulled one of his last three to the pack out. He held it out to Silco.] Give me a light? [For old time's sake goes unspoken. It felt like razor wire over his skin to make the request.]
If your strays turning on you is off the table, what do you want to talk about, hmm? How about Shimmer? You have that set up here yet?
no subject
And he welcomed it. After two months, it was like a habit to be itched, a familiarity for a temper he otherwise kept beneath the surface with a practiced ease. A part of him even recognized the self-destructive nature of provocation: Silco would hurt him, and he invited it.
Yet, the anticipation for that knife to be brought to bear between them, linked as they were without an escape on his end, stalled when Silco resisted the urge. It forced him to stand back up to his full height, and by his own assessment, he linked the potential loss of Jinx (or even another outburst of her displeasure) to also be a source of fear enough within the older man that momentarily overrode Silco's own anger towards him.
Interesting.]
You know I don't scar that easily, and this injury is healing just fine. [Yet, he made a point of relenting on that unnecessary detail. His state of health didn't particular matter. Jinx did.] And if my daughter wishes further discussion on my actions, she has every right and opportunity to come to me directly. My door is always open for her.
[He shifted where he was standing when Silco made a point of sitting down, and he once again was forced to test the boundaries of the tether distance between them. It was an odd circumstance where he couldn't simply muscle his way out of a situation with Silco, and while he suspected he could pick the man up and carry him off, the amount of screeching would attract attention. He might try it anyway, but not yet... he'd bind his time.
Instead, he reached into his pocket to pull out a crushed up pack of cigarettes and pulled one of his last three to the pack out. He held it out to Silco.] Give me a light? [For old time's sake goes unspoken. It felt like razor wire over his skin to make the request.]
If your strays turning on you is off the table, what do you want to talk about, hmm? How about Shimmer? You have that set up here yet?