[ Despite trying his best to keep calm, Bruce indirectly comes off as angry over this; it's not frustration with himself or with Stiles, because he gets it, he really does. It's easier to keep things to yourself than to admit there's a problem, but as it is, Stiles is one of those people that Bruce concedes shouldn't follow that rule. ]
You've been trying to deal with getting back and can't remember everything. Why am I going to dump my stupid middle-class behavioral issue at your feet while you're sorting your shit out?
[ It's a good thing there's text, because if this was a call, Bruce's annoyance would have been heard easily. The combination of concern and anger that Stiles didn't inform him and Stiles coping on his own was difficult enough for him to bear that it manifested as anger. ]
last i recalled there weren't secrets between us, so this shouldn't be an exception.
Oh yes making a 'list of things to tell Bruce in case he comes back from New York' yes I should be wasting time in the murder purgatory town to do that.
Do you realize how much I don't need you riding my ass? You of all people should know that.
[ If there was anyone who could get by on his own, it'd be Stiles. Bruce was the resourceful one, the one had to fight to get by on a day to day basis when he was running from Ross. Stiles was the one without any added skills whatsoever, and there he was, still managing. ]
[Stiles is silent for a long time. Because yeah, Bruce's words hurt. Because it feeds into a lot of what other people have told him.]
I've been learning to fight. I'm--
--I know I can't get by on my own, I get that, okay?
[He's protected by sarcasm and stupid decisions and he just--he doesn't have what almost all his friends have. Some sort of ability that makes them better. He's only got humanity and his brains and that doesn't count most of the time.]
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MESSAGE: your meds ran out?
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I know it's not that big of a deal. I just--
--the initial withdrawal sucked, but now I'm just trying to push through it.
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[ Despite trying his best to keep calm, Bruce indirectly comes off as angry over this; it's not frustration with himself or with Stiles, because he gets it, he really does. It's easier to keep things to yourself than to admit there's a problem, but as it is, Stiles is one of those people that Bruce concedes shouldn't follow that rule. ]
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You've been trying to deal with getting back and can't remember everything. Why am I going to dump my stupid middle-class behavioral issue at your feet while you're sorting your shit out?
Are you just messaging me to chew me out?
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[ It's a good thing there's text, because if this was a call, Bruce's annoyance would have been heard easily. The combination of concern and anger that Stiles didn't inform him and Stiles coping on his own was difficult enough for him to bear that it manifested as anger. ]
last i recalled there weren't secrets between us, so this shouldn't be an exception.
you tell me everything.
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Bruce you were fucking gone.
And guess what, my ADHD sometimes makes things slip my mind, so did you ever think I just forgot? Because of my ADHD?
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guess which one matters for your survival.
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Do you realize how much I don't need you riding my ass? You of all people should know that.
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cause you can't.
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That was stupid.
[ If there was anyone who could get by on his own, it'd be Stiles. Bruce was the resourceful one, the one had to fight to get by on a day to day basis when he was running from Ross. Stiles was the one without any added skills whatsoever, and there he was, still managing. ]
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I've been learning to fight. I'm--
--I know I can't get by on my own, I get that, okay?
[He's protected by sarcasm and stupid decisions and he just--he doesn't have what almost all his friends have. Some sort of ability that makes them better. He's only got humanity and his brains and that doesn't count most of the time.]