[Oh, geez. Her hair is hiding her face, but he's been around girls like Qliphah and Last Order enough to know what that means. That tiny sniffle confirms it.
Accelerator sits up, moving his coffee to the coffee table, resting his elbows on his knees. He doubts he's ever going to get used to this, and he's mentally getting himself prepared to deal with a bawling girl on his couch, when instead she says that and he stops.]
....................
[This reminds him, clear as day, of Asuka getting angry with him after he died and came back. Or Last Order being worried every time he went off to do something reckless and dangerous. Or Qliphah when that Magic God was able to injure him by controlling her.
Oh, he doesn't like this. Not at all. They barely know each other, he hasn't even gotten around to telling her about what a monster he is. This isn't entirely about him, but there's enough there that it makes his insides twist uncomfortably. She shouldn't be worrying about him this much.
He sucks in a deep breath, choosing his words carefully instead of defaulting to a bunch of hostile cursing meant to push her away.]
You can't control the choices other people make. Sometimes they're going to make some stupid ones, or it's going to look like that to you, and all you can do is accept what they decide to do. It's fucking awful, but it's the truth.
[Like all those times that Level 0 was doing something insane - protecting an internationally wanted terrorist god, running around with so-called diplomats who were committing crimes and causing havoc in Academy City, facing down a resurrected walking force of nature - and he wanted to take a different route. And he did, sometimes, but he always accepted the decisions Kamijou Touma had made, and trusted he knew what he was doing. It always worked out, in the end.
He can't say the same for 37's people. It likely won't, given what happened to them, but she still needs to accept their decision.]
You can chill. I don't have a death wish. Especially around here.
[Asuka drilled it into his head, don't be an idiot a second time. He's going to try his best on that front. And... he's also not very good at abandoning people, but that's too sappy for him to say out loud. Instead he sighs heavily.]
I'm also really fucking good when it comes to calculating anything you throw at me. I can always double check your work, or if you don't understand something, chances are I will. I've got a lot of crap shoved into my brain, the whole fucking world is basically one constant stream of data I'm constantly committing to memory, and it's a huge waste if I don't put it all to good use once in a while.
[He's got your back, 37! And not just mathematically speaking.]
cw: suicide talk
Accelerator sits up, moving his coffee to the coffee table, resting his elbows on his knees. He doubts he's ever going to get used to this, and he's mentally getting himself prepared to deal with a bawling girl on his couch, when instead she says that and he stops.]
....................
[This reminds him, clear as day, of Asuka getting angry with him after he died and came back. Or Last Order being worried every time he went off to do something reckless and dangerous. Or Qliphah when that Magic God was able to injure him by controlling her.
Oh, he doesn't like this. Not at all. They barely know each other, he hasn't even gotten around to telling her about what a monster he is. This isn't entirely about him, but there's enough there that it makes his insides twist uncomfortably. She shouldn't be worrying about him this much.
He sucks in a deep breath, choosing his words carefully instead of defaulting to a bunch of hostile cursing meant to push her away.]
You can't control the choices other people make. Sometimes they're going to make some stupid ones, or it's going to look like that to you, and all you can do is accept what they decide to do. It's fucking awful, but it's the truth.
[Like all those times that Level 0 was doing something insane - protecting an internationally wanted terrorist god, running around with so-called diplomats who were committing crimes and causing havoc in Academy City, facing down a resurrected walking force of nature - and he wanted to take a different route. And he did, sometimes, but he always accepted the decisions Kamijou Touma had made, and trusted he knew what he was doing. It always worked out, in the end.
He can't say the same for 37's people. It likely won't, given what happened to them, but she still needs to accept their decision.]
You can chill. I don't have a death wish. Especially around here.
[Asuka drilled it into his head, don't be an idiot a second time. He's going to try his best on that front. And... he's also not very good at abandoning people, but that's too sappy for him to say out loud. Instead he sighs heavily.]
I'm also really fucking good when it comes to calculating anything you throw at me. I can always double check your work, or if you don't understand something, chances are I will. I've got a lot of crap shoved into my brain, the whole fucking world is basically one constant stream of data I'm constantly committing to memory, and it's a huge waste if I don't put it all to good use once in a while.
[He's got your back, 37! And not just mathematically speaking.]