Backdated to the weekend Beach Party and Birthday Log! \o/

[fierybluebird]

[Marco runs around setting everything up. There's platters of food laid out -- more than enough and some extra as a habit from dealing with Ace and 1600 pirates, a boombox with tons of music, beach volleyball set up, a campfire, and according to Selphie and Marco, fireworks for later. GO NUTS. There will be some threads set up, but you can make your own or do anything! Just remember if the thread gets wild, mark it as NSFW.]

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[espio]

Unless it's just a token comment to satisfy you.

[Because as far as Espio can tell, that's what it is. He's got the distinct impression Thatch doesn't even want to try to get to know him or Grell. He's been sort-of-okayish maybe, but the way he abruptly finishes conversations and gets dismissive on the rare occasion he even bothers to talk to him makes Espio pretty damn uncomfortable. Hell, even when Thatch was drunk the conversation seemed to go sour.

And as for cutting off the conversation the second Grell was even mentioned, well...

Espio doesn't really care who likes him. If he cared, he'd make an effort to be more approachable. But the way Thatch is, that's just disrespectful to Marco, and aren't they supposed to be best bros?! What kind of complete ass does he have to be to act like they don't count for anything when Grell's Marco's wife and, within possibly the next year, he'll be Marco's son-in-law.]

Because frankly, Thatch doesn't even want to talk to me! He pretends, but it's obvious. I know the difference between not liking someone and not even wanting to like them.

[fierybluebird]

[Sets Espio on his head, and whistles to himself thoughtfully.]

Okay, I need some distance from the people. So we're going for a walk.

[So he can think through the words to use.]

And you're right. He doesn't want to like you, eh. Because liking you means hurting you. Because liking you means hurting him. And aye, that's immature, but he spent too many years alone after being stabbed in the back.

What if Shadow instead of being some psycho sick of the Special Zone had been one of you? And what if you had died from it? And what if because he killed you, the rest of the Chaotix tried to avenge you, stop him, and failed?

I hope my best friend is not so stupid as to blame himself, but I know most of my family still does. Ace did. [Closes his eyes and thinks more.] Everyone seems to think they should have known that Blackbeard was a bad seed. That he was plotting, that he wasn't to be trusted.

But wouldn't that mean distrusting fellow nakama? Thatch has been hurt in the worst ways possible. All his problems are bubbling just below the surface where I can't reach them. The thing is though, you, and Grell, and Toby, you can. You can help. But not if he won't let you. And he won't because he's like Toby was. He's scared to death of hurting anyone else, especially those who try to help him, understood? I'm not going to ask you to fight your way through to him, that's my place. And I always will.

Thatch was my you when we were younger. I was a lot like Toby back then. Wild, barely human, I wanted to believe I could be alone, even when I knew I could not. Even now, there are times when the phoenix part of me wants to take over and I wish to ignore that I'm still a little bit human, that I'm still a man with family and responsibility. Thatch pulled me through that. He befriended me as a bird and taught me how to be human. But it was like you. It wasn't just being human, it was to not be afraid of people. To learn how to interact with that, all right?

I assure you Espio, we don't do token comments to satisfy anyone. Namur isn't even capable and Thatch is too much of a jerk. We are merely dealing with a lot of our own things, and as such, not as supportive as we would like to be okay?

He's jealous. You are young, happy, in love, and with a bright future ahead of you that he feels he does not have. I don't know how to reach into that darkness completely, you'll have to trust your instincts, but if he truly wasn't willing to make any effort? He wouldn't be here. He would have run away a long time ago. He's wanted to bolt a hundred times, I can see it, because I'm the same way. But he's staying. For me, and because deep down, beyond the darkness, he's not that weak.

Do me a favor, and keep trying, eh? You'll wear him out before you know it. And if you can provoke an argument in him that's good.

[Sighs and rubs the back of his neck.] Poor Namur... According to him Thatch was even worse before they came here. I didn't think that was possible, eh?