You ever wonder if people like us deserve good things is on the tip of his tongue before Loki manages to bite it back. If she said that, he would argue with her. And he doesn't exactly want to argue.
He's not sure what he wants. Someone to listen. Someone to tell him he's catastrophizing. Someone he can trust to be real and honest with him.
Abby suits that need.
Having thus reassured himself that he's not gone off and started a conversation he can't possibly see through, he turns her question over in his head for a moment. "Because I fuck up...everything." A shrug. "I get people killed, or plots unravel and people stop trusting me, so I've tried not...plotting anything, and I suppose that's going fine, but I don't really know how to tell?" He watches Wagner tear across the earth, chasing birds that hang out near the docks. "It's only been six months, more or less. I'm mortal now, so, a year matters, half a year matters." Another shrug, and he blinks, shaking his head. "Why wouldn't I think I was going to fuck it up?"
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He's not sure what he wants. Someone to listen. Someone to tell him he's catastrophizing. Someone he can trust to be real and honest with him.
Abby suits that need.
Having thus reassured himself that he's not gone off and started a conversation he can't possibly see through, he turns her question over in his head for a moment. "Because I fuck up...everything." A shrug. "I get people killed, or plots unravel and people stop trusting me, so I've tried not...plotting anything, and I suppose that's going fine, but I don't really know how to tell?" He watches Wagner tear across the earth, chasing birds that hang out near the docks. "It's only been six months, more or less. I'm mortal now, so, a year matters, half a year matters." Another shrug, and he blinks, shaking his head. "Why wouldn't I think I was going to fuck it up?"