RO > call me out; a forever open RP post, version 2

[midvalley]

NEW OPEN RP POST

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[ex_micromanage449]

That’s not how it works! You’re not the one in the middle of all of this. You’re not the one in the public eye. I have to face those people every goddamn day, with lists of what I can and can’t say, things I can and can’t do, because they’ll reflect badly on the company, because it makes us liable, because it makes me out to be anything less than the martyr I’m marketed as. I’ve had to take the long way home- sometimes I drive around for hours, hours Owen, so they don’t follow me.

Maybe they’ll go after you, for a time, but at the end of the day, it’s not your job to talk to them. It’s mine. I’m going to have to do damage control with a smile on my face and act like I have never wanted to punch every single one of those people every time they ask me if I was sleeping with Simon when I haven’t even gotten the chance to grieve him yet.

So don’t-- don’t sit there and act like you did me a favor.

[enraptored]

[ He takes in the tirade in silence -- mostly out of surprise. There was a time before the Indominus when the scariest creature on the island was an angry Claire Dearing, and now he remembers exactly why.

He's silent for a long while, before he stands from his seat, coming around to stand beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder -- lightly, giving her a chance to pull away. ]

Claire-- [ He falters, eyes wandering a little as he tries to gather his wits again. ]

--shit. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She tenses slightly at his touch. She’s still mad, furious even, but she doesn’t want to be mad at him. She’s mad at the world. At their circumstances. At a whole host of other things. She lets the rag drop into the bottom of the sink with a dull, wet thud, and just… leans, resting her shoulder against his chest. ]

No. I’m sorry. I never meant for you to get tangled up in this mess.

[enraptored]

[ Carefully, he wraps his arms around her, drawing her in for a proper hug. ]

That wasn't your fault, either. I should've realized what a crappy move I was pulling, but I sorta-- lost it. Obviously.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She settles into his embrace surprisingly easily, considering the way she was glaring daggers at him earlier. ]

Obviously. [ It comes out dry as the desert, but there’s the slightest hint of amusement on her face. ] But I will admit that, for a moment, it was really satisfying to watch you beat the tar out of that guy.

[enraptored]

Satisfying to beat the tar out of the guy.

[ He pulls away, dropping his hands to his sides. ]

--If you need me to, I dunno. Issue an apology or whatever. I can do that. I won't mean it, but I can lie.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She’d really rather he didn’t pull away. It’s… oddly lonely, now that they’ve separated. Still, she shrugs, fishing for the rag in the sink again. ]

It really comes down to what the higher-ups want to do about it, but I’ll let them know you offered.

[ She turns to him, rag in on hand, the other finding its way to his shoulder, and she leans in to start wiping some of the dirt and dried blood from his face. ]

[enraptored]

[ He reaches up to take the rag from her. ]

I can take care of this on my own, you know.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She makes no move to let it go, and regards him levelly. ] I’m sure you can.

[enraptored]

[ He returns the stare, challenging, but--

Well. Owen, to his credit, knows a losing battle when he sees one, and he sighs. ]

You want me to sit down?

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She motions towards the kitchen table with her free hand ] Be my guest.

[enraptored]

[ He takes a seat as directed, huffing out another breath. He looks down at his hands, flexing his fingers experimentally. Nothing broken, which is nice. Apparently the reporter's skull wasn't thick enough to crack his fingers on. ]

Maybe I oughta hang around. Make guys think twice about asking sleezy questions.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She pulls up a chair next to him and resumes wiping the grime from his face.

At his suggestion, she pauses, biting her lower lip. ] I don't really think that's a decision either of us can make.

[enraptored]

Isn't it? I mean, we're both adults. The only one that can stop me from palling around with you is you.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She motions to herself ] Face of the company, remember? And you're the guy who just beat up a reporter.

[enraptored]

What, they're controlling your personal life now, too?

[ex_micromanage449]

They have been, to a degree. I'm under a lot of scrutiny.

[enraptored]

[ The corners of his mouth draw downward, gaze hardening, but he keeps his mouth shut. It's clear enough, though, that he doesn't like that answer. ]

[ex_micromanage449]

What do you want me to say? "Hang the rules, I'll see whoever I want"? I wish I could. I didn't ask for this.

[enraptored]

[ He doesn't hold her gaze, keeps his voice flat. ]

Yeah, I know. I get it. Your job's important. You've got a lot of people depending on you.

[ex_micromanage449]

Owen... don't do this. I'm not trying to tell you I don't want you around. It's just... complicated.

[enraptored]

Is it? 'Cause from where I'm standing, it seems pretty simple to me. And it seems an awful lot like you're hiding behind rules and procedures and embargoes to avoid making your own decisions.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She blinks at him a couple of times, shocked, but she quickly slides her gaze away. ]

That's not-- [ Her hands drop to her lap, balling into fists ] I have to do this.

[enraptored]

Do you, though? You could just as easily tell them to go screw themselves.

[ex_micromanage449]

[ She doesn't look up. She keeps her eyes fixed on her hands in her lap ] When they-- the reporters-- when they ask me if I feel responsible for what happened, I'm not allowed to say yes.