[The worst part is, in a weird, fucked up way, he sort of understands it. Maybe not coming from Jackson, the perfect, capable kid in the lap of luxury, but explained like that, he can almost understand the reasoning.
It doesn't make it any less of a shitty thing to do. It doesn't erase years of bruises and screams and nightmares. It doesn't make any of it okay, but it's... calming, in a way, just knowing. And maybe a little of the anger dissipates, and Isaac doesn't know why it does, but the urge to beat Jackson bloody isn't quite something on the forefront of his mind anymore.
God, they are both so fucked up.]
right. are we done?
[Because he doesn't want to thank Jackson for his apology for being a douchebag, and he doesn't particularly want to accept it or forgive him either. He doesn't know what to do with it, period, so he leaves it. Done.]
text i dont know but now im really upset
It doesn't make it any less of a shitty thing to do. It doesn't erase years of bruises and screams and nightmares. It doesn't make any of it okay, but it's... calming, in a way, just knowing. And maybe a little of the anger dissipates, and Isaac doesn't know why it does, but the urge to beat Jackson bloody isn't quite something on the forefront of his mind anymore.
God, they are both so fucked up.]
right. are we done?
[Because he doesn't want to thank Jackson for his apology for being a douchebag, and he doesn't particularly want to accept it or forgive him either. He doesn't know what to do with it, period, so he leaves it. Done.]