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[digiorno]

I don't mind who judges me.

[This is true, at least. He couldn't give less of a fuck who thinks he's doing the wrong thing, or the right thing the wrong way; if he did, he wouldn't be the person he is now. He probably wouldn't even be alive.]

[It's less an issue of fear of judgment and more fear of safety--but saying as much isn't safe, either.]

I'm good at pacing myself, that's all. [His voice goes a little wry.] Metaphorically, at least. I'm terribly impatient about the little things in reality, but people let me get away with it.

[He's terribly impatient to talk about literally anything else, please don't be perceptive Millstone.]

[moneyballer]

[And that is one of the many ways they are worlds apart.

Asher wishes he could be that self-assured, but the things that people think affect him in ways that aren't healthy. To some degree, he understands that. But it doesn't stop the words from piercing his fragile psyche like tiny little knives, leaving painful cuts that never seem to heal up all the way.

He's still sore, he'll always be.]

Don't forget to take care of yourself, too.

[He smiles warmly on his end.]

I'm rootin' for ya.

[digiorno]

[Asher is . . . rooting for him. All of the individual words make sense, of course, and even the idiomatic meaning translates after a moment, but actually parsing it takes a bit longer. He blinks a bit and then, despite himself, gives a crooked smile.]

[It's a nice thing to believe in, just for a moment or two. The idea that someone might support him unconditionally.]

Thank you. I'm . . . rooting? For you too.

[moneyballer]

[He's too simple to pick up on any inkling of doubt in the other's voice.

That and he's happy, he's finally happy for a moment.

It sounds as though he's made a friend.]

I think I have to get back to helpin' out.

But... I'll see you around, I guess?