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This is different, [Jaime says sourly, but only because he's still feeling sulky and contrary, and it's a lot safer to be a kid around Booster than it is around Hal - or around Wally, who had already stuck his neck out for him. He's not thinking clearly enough to feel bad about his hand in making Hal and Wally's relationship get - hopefully temporarily - blown to pieces, but he will later.
He doesn't want to admit that a big reason why Hal gets to him so much is that he's worried that one day, somehow, Hal will be right. It's easier to get mad about being punched. Tipping his head back onto the armrest of the couch, Jaime folds his hands over his stomach and wrinkles his nose.] Okay, maybe it's not.
[What a thing to come back and bite him in the ass. He blinks up at the ceiling, and contemplates his current plan of just avoiding Hal for the rest of forever and hoping he doesn't come after him again. It's a pretty attractive sounding plan, but not exactly a long-lasting one. Ignoring it hadn't worked out for him this time, after all.
Finally, quietly, he asks,] You think it would actually help?
Sure. [ Well... Booster winces a little. Sticking up for Jaime is one thing, and it's the right thing to do. Succeeding at sticking up for Jaime is another thing. Will he just make the kid look worse by association? ] Maybe. I dunno. I'm not exactly his favorite person in the world. But—
[ Wait a minute. ]
Look, I'm from the future! If you went totally nuts and tried to take over the world or something, I'm pretty damn sure that would've come up! And I know, I know, spoilers are cheating, but if it gets him to shut up I don't care.
[He tries to keep that strain of hopefulness out of his voice, but he can't stifle it entirely. He had been worried enough back home, sure to be as careful with his powers as possible, being here had only exacerbated matters. Knowing what Bart had gone through, seeing even the briefest moments of his dream... how could he not be paranoid? How could he not give Hal's words at least a little bit of weight? He rises again, propping his weight up on his elbows.]
So, like -- you knew about Hal doing the whole supervillain thing too?
Not... exactly. I mean, I could've, if I'd asked Skeets, or if I'd paid attention in history class, but I was a terrible student, and...
[ Sigh. Shut up, Booster, you're making this more complicated than it needs to be. ]
Look, I only really started paying attention to this stuff after— after Ted. When I realized I could've stopped a lot of things from happening, if I'd known. [ He looks away, expression pinched as he picks at a stray thread in the arm of the chair upholstery. ] I still don't like to ask about all the details, cause it kinda makes me feel creepy, but trust me. If there was something majorly wrong with you in the future, Skeets would've said something.
[That's not that reassuring, overall. Skeets hadn't said anything about Ted dying, or else it wouldn't have happened, right? If Skeets wouldn't say anything about Booster's best friend, then why would he mention anything about some kid Booster hardly knew? Because they didn't know each other back home, not really.
There goes that relief.]
If you talk to him, you might not wanna use the time travel argument. It's, um... not that convincing? Not without Skeets around.
Hey, I'm just saying. Dude doesn't need any more ammunition than he's already got. I can hear him now -- that's not proof! He's just got you fooled so you won't check in the first place!
But I mean, if you wanna yell at him, go on ahead. I'm not -- it's not worth it to tell a lotta people, honestly, but I don't mind him knowing that you know.
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He doesn't want to admit that a big reason why Hal gets to him so much is that he's worried that one day, somehow, Hal will be right. It's easier to get mad about being punched. Tipping his head back onto the armrest of the couch, Jaime folds his hands over his stomach and wrinkles his nose.] Okay, maybe it's not.
[What a thing to come back and bite him in the ass. He blinks up at the ceiling, and contemplates his current plan of just avoiding Hal for the rest of forever and hoping he doesn't come after him again. It's a pretty attractive sounding plan, but not exactly a long-lasting one. Ignoring it hadn't worked out for him this time, after all.
Finally, quietly, he asks,] You think it would actually help?
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[ Wait a minute. ]
Look, I'm from the future! If you went totally nuts and tried to take over the world or something, I'm pretty damn sure that would've come up! And I know, I know, spoilers are cheating, but if it gets him to shut up I don't care.
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[He tries to keep that strain of hopefulness out of his voice, but he can't stifle it entirely. He had been worried enough back home, sure to be as careful with his powers as possible, being here had only exacerbated matters. Knowing what Bart had gone through, seeing even the briefest moments of his dream... how could he not be paranoid? How could he not give Hal's words at least a little bit of weight? He rises again, propping his weight up on his elbows.]
So, like -- you knew about Hal doing the whole supervillain thing too?
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[ Sigh. Shut up, Booster, you're making this more complicated than it needs to be. ]
Look, I only really started paying attention to this stuff after— after Ted. When I realized I could've stopped a lot of things from happening, if I'd known. [ He looks away, expression pinched as he picks at a stray thread in the arm of the chair upholstery. ] I still don't like to ask about all the details, cause it kinda makes me feel creepy, but trust me. If there was something majorly wrong with you in the future, Skeets would've said something.
[ Hopefully. ]
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There goes that relief.]
If you talk to him, you might not wanna use the time travel argument. It's, um... not that convincing? Not without Skeets around.
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People get mad at me when I don't know something, people don't believe me when I say I do know something...
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But I mean, if you wanna yell at him, go on ahead. I'm not -- it's not worth it to tell a lotta people, honestly, but I don't mind him knowing that you know.
[Who else was he going to go to?]
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I'll try not to yell. But if he deserves it I'm definitely going to.
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[He's still sour. He's going to be sour for a while yet.]
I mean, I've already yelled at him. And I don't do that!
[He sounds almost offended that Hal made him lose his temper. How dare he. That's even worse than attacking him!]
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