Well, yeah. Of course it was. He didn't know why he expected any kind of apology, or-- or anything, quite frankly. Bruce had offered to explain, but what was there to explain? Peter understood.
So, you're a big green monster with a PhD and good intentions. Okay, sure. He's been there, done that. Not that surprising anymore.
But he could almost kick himself for expecting 'good intentions' to also mean 'I can be bothered with your welfare'. A little off for a doctor to be this blaise about it, but hey.
Peter was used to it.
He probably should just leave it there. But there's still some stuff to clear up, and even if he doesn't want to deal with it, he could only run away for so long.
So, he fiddles with the phone. The longer he fiddles, the less hurt he feels and the more... angry, quite frankly. He's mad and he wishes he were better than that, but he's not. He's seventeen, disappointed and upset.]
Sorry; I don't think I'll be coming in to work this week.
Or next week.
Maybe you should hire an intern you're cool with peeling off the floor after the next Bring Your Problems To Work Day.
Didn't realize that would be so much of a hassel for you.
[Okay, he's going to feel really bad about that later, even if he does think it's true. But he just couldn't help it anymore, he'd needed to lash out. Even over text, Bruce just didn't care and Peter didn't get it.
What had he done to deserve that kind of total detachment?]
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[TEXT] -- Awesomely, yeah.
Date: 2013-03-10 09:26 pm (UTC)Well, yeah. Of course it was. He didn't know why he expected any kind of apology, or-- or anything, quite frankly. Bruce had offered to explain, but what was there to explain? Peter understood.
So, you're a big green monster with a PhD and good intentions. Okay, sure. He's been there, done that. Not that surprising anymore.
But he could almost kick himself for expecting 'good intentions' to also mean 'I can be bothered with your welfare'. A little off for a doctor to be this blaise about it, but hey.
Peter was used to it.
He probably should just leave it there. But there's still some stuff to clear up, and even if he doesn't want to deal with it, he could only run away for so long.
So, he fiddles with the phone. The longer he fiddles, the less hurt he feels and the more... angry, quite frankly. He's mad and he wishes he were better than that, but he's not. He's seventeen, disappointed and upset.]
Sorry; I don't think I'll be coming in to work this week.
Or next week.
Maybe you should hire an intern you're cool with peeling off the floor after the next Bring Your Problems To Work Day.
Didn't realize that would be so much of a hassel for you.
[Okay, he's going to feel really bad about that later, even if he does think it's true. But he just couldn't help it anymore, he'd needed to lash out. Even over text, Bruce just didn't care and Peter didn't get it.
What had he done to deserve that kind of total detachment?]