(He sighs softly, and he's not much in a joking mood himself so he's not pushing it very hard.
He doesn't interrupt Max, doesn't rush to press, because Max is entitled to whatever she feels, really. Eddie knew what it was like to be forgotten, and he's careful, listening closely, and eventually there's another sigh.)
I didn't tell her about her actual dad being dead because...I know how much that fucks her up. And I think it's one of those things where it might be better for her to either naturally remember or just...not.
(He grimaces a little, knowing how that might sound.)
She carries a lot of pain with her. She knows a lot of fucked up stuff and has been through a lot of fucked up stuff. Some people being through bad shit makes who you are, but sometimes it's just fucked up. I don't really want to remind her about stuff like Rachel because ...Rachel doesn't deserve to be remembered by Chloe, I don't think.
(It's a soft admission. He's let Chloe have her love for Rachel because he isn't so sure it's his place to dictate who people love or have feelings for, but it doesn't mean he's always thought it was necessarily a good thing. Rachel hadn't been around in Deerington so it had never really become an issue he had to step into speak up on, so...)
France...To be honest, we just didn't talk much about Reims. If she asked more I'd probably tell her. Stuff in Arcadia Bay though...Sometimes -. Forcing the memories can be really bad. I know there's memories I'd want people to either let me forget or maybe just come to slowly rather than all at once. I don't want to emotionally drench her with shitty memory ice water.
(He hesitates again, and then, simply:)
I love her. There's....really no right way of approaching this situation so I'm mostly going on gut instinct on what feels right to tell her and what doesn't. I told her you were really important to her and that she'll know how and why sooner than later. I don't want to...I don't know. Try and tell her exactly how she feels. It's...Weird when you don't remember something and someone tries to paint it a certain way for you...Some...Some people will take advantage of that. Lie.
(Like he knew his mother did. Taking advantage of him when he forgot his friends and she let him, she distorted reality for him.)
I don't think you'd take advantage. It's just. I want to be careful.
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Date: 2019-11-06 07:48 pm (UTC)(He sighs softly, and he's not much in a joking mood himself so he's not pushing it very hard.
He doesn't interrupt Max, doesn't rush to press, because Max is entitled to whatever she feels, really. Eddie knew what it was like to be forgotten, and he's careful, listening closely, and eventually there's another sigh.)
I didn't tell her about her actual dad being dead because...I know how much that fucks her up. And I think it's one of those things where it might be better for her to either naturally remember or just...not.
(He grimaces a little, knowing how that might sound.)
She carries a lot of pain with her. She knows a lot of fucked up stuff and has been through a lot of fucked up stuff. Some people being through bad shit makes who you are, but sometimes it's just fucked up. I don't really want to remind her about stuff like Rachel because ...Rachel doesn't deserve to be remembered by Chloe, I don't think.
(It's a soft admission. He's let Chloe have her love for Rachel because he isn't so sure it's his place to dictate who people love or have feelings for, but it doesn't mean he's always thought it was necessarily a good thing. Rachel hadn't been around in Deerington so it had never really become an issue he had to step into speak up on, so...)
France...To be honest, we just didn't talk much about Reims. If she asked more I'd probably tell her. Stuff in Arcadia Bay though...Sometimes -. Forcing the memories can be really bad. I know there's memories I'd want people to either let me forget or maybe just come to slowly rather than all at once. I don't want to emotionally drench her with shitty memory ice water.
(He hesitates again, and then, simply:)
I love her. There's....really no right way of approaching this situation so I'm mostly going on gut instinct on what feels right to tell her and what doesn't. I told her you were really important to her and that she'll know how and why sooner than later. I don't want to...I don't know. Try and tell her exactly how she feels. It's...Weird when you don't remember something and someone tries to paint it a certain way for you...Some...Some people will take advantage of that. Lie.
(Like he knew his mother did. Taking advantage of him when he forgot his friends and she let him, she distorted reality for him.)
I don't think you'd take advantage. It's just. I want to be careful.