Nico Majors (soverystiled) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2011-10-16 10:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | grid, lyle, nico |
Friday - February 6th, 2009
Who: Nico, Ingrid, then Lyle
What: Confrontations and the onslaught of illness
When: Evening
Where: The apartment
Since Lyle was not currently in the apartment as he had gone to get a few things from the main building because they were snowed in and couldn't get out to the stores, Nico decided that it was as good a time as any to have a conversation with Ingrid that had been nagging at the back of his mind for days. So he found her sitting on the sofa, surfing through the various channels, a frown clearly etched upon her face, and he took a seat next to her and was, for the moment, ignored.
"You know you can't do that to him," Nico said after a moment, and Ingrid looked over at him with a brow arched slightly. "I know what you've been thinking about, I can feel it. And you're not going to do that to him." A glare was received in response to those words and she focused her gaze back on the television, jaw set.
Nico gave Ingrid a moment to seethe before he shifted, sitting up, and grabbed her by the arm, wrenching her around to look at him. "You can get angry. You can hate me all you want. But I swear on my life that you won't do that to him. You won't even think about it anymore. I will chain you up in a fucking windowless basement if I have to, and don't think that I won't."
A scoff parted Ingrid's lips as she ripped her arm out of his grasp. "What does it fucking matter?" She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. "You don't even understand."
"You think I don't?" Nico asked, a brow quirking slightly. "I've been tired too, Ingrid. I've been so exhausted that I would have done anything to just feel differently but... unlike me at that time, you matter. And I know you think that you don't because he talks to me and he doesn't talk to you, but you do. You matter. And I can't let you hurt him like that."
"Don't worry, I have a handle on it," Ingrid kindly informed him, to which Nico simply scoffed.
"Oh, are you talking about the other night when you came back here all chipper and reeking of someone else?" He quirked a brow slightly as he added, "That's not a handle, Ingrid. And it's not going to fix anything between the two of you."
Exhaling a breath, she fixed him with a look. "Is it so wrong to have an outlet?"
"When it impacts other people, yes," he replied simply.
"He didn't even notice. He was too busy with you to care," she remarked as she fixated her gaze on the television once more.
"That doesn't matter, Ingrid." He moved to look at her, to force her attention back on him, his expression serious and unrelenting.
Ingrid stared back at him but it was easy to look at her and know that the tough shell, the hard exterior, was trying to crack. She was fighting it, and he gave her a moment to simply do that, just watching her, feeling what she felt. "I just.. I don't..."
"You violated his trust in you. That's not something you can expect to regain or repair overnight and it's not going to happen if you keep behaving the same way you always have." He paused to give that thought time to sink in before he continued. "If it's important, you're going to have to work on it. And you can't work on it if you're having those thoughts and engaging in those typed of behaviors. You know that." Nico reached a hand out to touch her shoulder.
"I'm just so..." Ingrid started to say.
"I know." Nico said simply. "But give it time. You'll be okay."
Ingrid scoffed and looked over at him. "Time? Really? What do you think I've been doing?"
Nico quirked a brow. "Have you? Because from my viewpoint, it would seem to me that what you've been doing is running." He gave a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I guess I could be wrong, but I don't really think I am." He paused, allowing her to think about that for a moment before he moved his hand up to lightly stroke fingers through her hair. "Like I said before, give it time and you'll be okay. But in the meantime, you need to keep those thoughts away.
She nodded her head, then said in a small voice, "I don't want him... to ever have to feel those things."
"Then don't give him reason to," Nico said simply, and Ingrid turned her head to look at him. He tensed slightly because he knew the question without her even having to ask it and then he exhaled a deep breath before he sat back and moved his arm out of the way.
Ingrid settled herself against him and he placed a hand awkwardly on her shoulder. They were both silent for a moment before she asked, "How did you know?"
Eyes focused on the television, Nico replied, "I just did." His tone clearly indicated that this was the end of the discussion, and if that didn't make it clear, his next remark would.
"I like this show." It was not the most subtle of segues. Of course he was barely thinking about it, instead consumed by one thought; He hoped that Lyle wouldn't feel oddly about finding the two of them sitting this way. And he also hoped that Lyle wouldn't find out about the other night. He had a feeling it would displease him greatly, and though he wouldn't really care that the man was pissed at Ingrid, he didn't like the idea of him being hurt, and he could quite possibly be.