[Bro had never looked at his own reflection when he'd been at his worst, but seeing Murdoc made him wonder if that's what he looked like when he was. Murdoc certainly visibly looked how he'd felt on the inside when he was dealing with shit involving Dave. And it hurt to see. He tried to push that away though, he tried not to let those feelings get in the way. He had to focus on helping him, and in this situation he couldn't coddle him and tell him it was okay. Just like no one had done for Bro when he'd screwed up.]
Yeah, he does. He thinks you hate him and that you're better off without him. He told me everything that happened. I know a lot of it was probably... Him being over-dramatic, but.
[Bro has to take in a breath and finally look away, because this is the hard part. The part where he tells Murdoc that he fucked up.]
I'm also pretty damn sure it wasn't all just him exaggerating. Because I know you're stressed as fuck lately with all the shit going down. I know how easy it is to say something you don't mean. And I know you're the type of person that could explode if someone antagonized you a bit... And I know Eridan probably did, and then... You said some shit you didn't mean.
[And then he pauses, because this is the other hard part. The one he doesn't like talking about. The one that physically hurts to talk about. But it's for Murdoc. That's the only thing that gives him the ability to actually do it. He start speaking again before Murdoc as the chance. Because he has to get everything out all at once, before he loses his train of thought. This is hard enough without distraction.]
Just be glad you're not a bit more like me, yeah? I mean, you could've taken it face to face. You could've done something really stupid. [His voice quivers at that, and he still can't make eye contact with Murdoc, even though he knows he should.] Like nearly kill him. When David, my brother, died... Dave picked a really bad time to start badmouthing Roxanne. I nearly stabbed him through the chest on top of the astronomy tower.
[He pulls off his hat and runs a hand through his hair, finally forcing himself to make eye contact with Murdoc. There are tears in his eyes, but he's fighting them back. It's just... the memory of that night is always so vivid. It always hurts so goddamn much.]
The point I'm trying to make is we both do shit we don't fucking mean to do when we're upset. The point is if I can fix that, then you can fix this. Because you deserve some credit, you're not nearly as fucked up as I am, man. You just... You need to go tell him you're sorry. I know he might've said some shit that you don't agree with, but you just... You're his dad. He's a kid. You need to suck it up and go tell him you're sorry. You need to hug the shit out of him and tell him you fucking love him more than anything. Because I know you do. If you're anything like me, there isn't a goddamn thing you wouldn't do for him.
[And he's done. He reaches up to wipe at his eyes, drawing in a shaky breath. Jesus Christ that was hard to say. His chest hurts and he's shaking slightly.]
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Yeah, he does. He thinks you hate him and that you're better off without him. He told me everything that happened. I know a lot of it was probably... Him being over-dramatic, but.
[Bro has to take in a breath and finally look away, because this is the hard part. The part where he tells Murdoc that he fucked up.]
I'm also pretty damn sure it wasn't all just him exaggerating. Because I know you're stressed as fuck lately with all the shit going down. I know how easy it is to say something you don't mean. And I know you're the type of person that could explode if someone antagonized you a bit... And I know Eridan probably did, and then... You said some shit you didn't mean.
[And then he pauses, because this is the other hard part. The one he doesn't like talking about. The one that physically hurts to talk about. But it's for Murdoc. That's the only thing that gives him the ability to actually do it. He start speaking again before Murdoc as the chance. Because he has to get everything out all at once, before he loses his train of thought. This is hard enough without distraction.]
Just be glad you're not a bit more like me, yeah? I mean, you could've taken it face to face. You could've done something really stupid. [His voice quivers at that, and he still can't make eye contact with Murdoc, even though he knows he should.] Like nearly kill him. When David, my brother, died... Dave picked a really bad time to start badmouthing Roxanne. I nearly stabbed him through the chest on top of the astronomy tower.
[He pulls off his hat and runs a hand through his hair, finally forcing himself to make eye contact with Murdoc. There are tears in his eyes, but he's fighting them back. It's just... the memory of that night is always so vivid. It always hurts so goddamn much.]
The point I'm trying to make is we both do shit we don't fucking mean to do when we're upset. The point is if I can fix that, then you can fix this. Because you deserve some credit, you're not nearly as fucked up as I am, man. You just... You need to go tell him you're sorry. I know he might've said some shit that you don't agree with, but you just... You're his dad. He's a kid. You need to suck it up and go tell him you're sorry. You need to hug the shit out of him and tell him you fucking love him more than anything. Because I know you do. If you're anything like me, there isn't a goddamn thing you wouldn't do for him.
[And he's done. He reaches up to wipe at his eyes, drawing in a shaky breath. Jesus Christ that was hard to say. His chest hurts and he's shaking slightly.]