Your actions spoke for themselves
Mon Jun 5, 2017 21:57

Apparently, Ruben’s biggest priority right now was to object that it was not easy for him to get into fights with people. As a person, Holland was primed to spot discrepancies, and Ruben had contradicted himself. A moment ago he was arguing that a “direct” approach—meaning violence, apparently—was the “most easy” way to solve problems. And fine, that made sense. It was probably easier to physically attack someone like a savage than to talk to them like a civilized being who minded societally-accepted codes of conduct. Although, Holland thought, it should be easiest to mind your own business.

The sixteen-year-old didn’t feel like continuing to argue that point. Right now, they just wanted to get shrimp tacos and listen to music and maybe vent to Emmett when they got back to the dorm. Usually Danny was a good person to vent to, but since he was peripherally involved in the mess-that-shouldn’t-be-a-mess with Camilla and Marissa, Holland didn’t want to force him to be more involved. Although if they talked to Emmett, they would have to ask him not to try to punch Ruben. It would undermine Holland’s point—and unlike Lucien, Ruben would definitely hit back. Emmett wasn’t the burliest strongman in the ring. Compared to him, Ruben was the Hulk.

Holland sighed and ran a hand through their dyed white-blond hair. “Yeah. We’ll talk about it later.” It’d give them time to be less viscerally mad at Ruben, and give Ruben time to come to his senses (or, failing that he had any, Holland’s senses). Realistically, Holland didn’t get I’m-never-going-to-speak-to-you-again mad at their friends. Or anyone, really; avoiding Lucien was common sense to avoid future awkwardness and altercations, not borne out of actual hatred. You lost out on a lot if you arbitrarily cut people from your life when they made you angry. When people were respectful, it was valuable to hear different perspectives.

Ruben, though, had been decidedly disrespectful. Holland walked a few steps before they stopped and turned back around. “Oh, you wanted your hair fixed, right?” They drew their wand and cast a hair-thickening charm. Of course, if Holland wanted to be helpful, they would have stayed to oversee the situation and ended the spell when Ruben’s hair reached the right length in a few minutes. Otherwise it would keep growing until someone had the prescience to cast a counterspell—again, something a helpful initial spellcaster would’ve done.

But Holland wasn’t feeling especially helpful right now, so they just left.

  • If only you'd let me talk more - Ruben, Mon Jun 5 00:23
    Holland’s I like you too didn’t give him the satisfaction it should have. Largely because it sounded like an automatic response, something hen had said just as a way to shut him up before launching... more
    • Your actions spoke for themselves - Holland, Mon Jun 5 21:57
      • I do prefer actions over words - Ruben, Wed Jun 14 12:01
        It didn't resolve any of his confusion about the unnecessary debate they'd wound up in, but Holland's confirmation that they could at least talk about it later was somewhat reassuring. Ruben would... more
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