A push too far, then. His face pinches a little, more with guilt than frustration, but he tries to let it go.
"Confused, more than upset. He feels... misunderstood, about what you think marriage means to him. He thinks that you're pinning a label onto him that he doesn't fully understand or believe in, but he also knows that's not who you are, and the discrepancy there is what's upsetting him the most. Especially when to him this doesn't mean neglecting or prioritising anyone differently."
"I don't know what it means to him," Jedao repeats. Just like he'd said the first time Arthur asked. "He's the one who's gone and decided he wants an extremely loaded intercultural label, possibly permanently, even though he doesn't even like having the same face permanently. I'm not pinning shit on him," he adds, indignantly. John's gone and labeled himself, despite not liking labels at all normally. So Jedao is disoriented, but he can take on the new data. John's always been full of love; of course husband is the one label he wants.
"And it doesn't matter what I think it means or whether I have a working theory or not. This marriage isn't for me, and it isn't about me, and it's not my fucking business! It's my job to be happy for my friend, not to interrogate him, and I know I'm being a greedy, immature, hypocritical baby about this, okay, you don't have to chew me out because I know I'm failing him, but I'm fucking working on it, alright? I'm going to be happy for him. I'm just. I'm just. I'm just not good enough yet."
He's gone from aggravation to tears so fast that he feels like his whole skin is hot and tight with the humiliation of it; his throat is so tight he keeps lurching off-and-on with his breathing. He's supposed to be happy, and he's going to force himself to be happy, and then John won't have to be confused and disappointed that he's reacting wrong.
He doesn't interrupt him, but he does shift around, letting go of Jedao only enough that he can shift onto his knees in the stony mud and wrap both arms around him, pulling Jedao once more into the safety of a tight hug.
His breath lurches again, a raw gasp; he has his arms pulled in tight against his chest, everything about him pulled in tight, like if he wrapped himself up with twine he could carve off the bad parts of himself like a butcher trimming fat from a haunch. Like if he holds the wrong feelings in long enough, hard enough, they'll sink to the center of him and never be seen again, like the iron of a planetary core.
"I'm sorry," he whisper-gasps, in a small, squashed voice, pressed out against Arthur's shoulder like piece of dough rolled flat, like a dried flower crushed between book pages. "I'm not. Being the person I want to be. Right now. He deserves better. But I'm working on it. I'll get there, I promise."
Except the more he lets himself hurt, the farther away it feels, the proper loving joy he's supposed to feel, the worse he is. Only he can't seem to stop the way his voice cracks, or the tears dripping down his face, or the desperate, needy way the lump of him leans into the embrace.
Arthur's arm is right around Jedao's back, rubbing along his ribs, and his left hand sinks into the soft buzz of Jedao's hair; he can't help himself from giving a few quiet shushes, gentle and (hopefully) soothing as he lets Jedao crumple into his chest.
A sturdy trunk of empathy and compassion for the frazzled moth to shelter in.
"You don't need to be anything, Jedao," he murmurs, tucking his chin on Jedao's head. "Not sorry, not anyone else. John loves you as you are, right now, and so do I. And if he heard any of this he'd forgive you without hesitation. You're allowed to be messy with him." Another soft press of a kiss, another squeeze that makes his own weathered joints creak. "A-and I know, how hard it is, to show it, but... he'd rather see this, than not understand why you're pulling away."
"He wouldn't have to forgive me if I could just stop doing the wrong thing," Jedao gurgle-growls. "And I was quite clear about needing some time to get over myself," he adds, a tight bitter little grumble, even though his whole body is still crunched-in and taut, like he's holding the lever on a grenade with a pulled pin, and also he is the grenade.
"I don't want to be messy." A little plaintive, in the way that could almost have a toddler foot-stomp to go with it, I Don't Want! But what he wants, desperately, is to be better, mature, correct, adult.
"I don't want to be messy on his engagement. Just because it's allowed doesn't mean it isn't selfish and rude. I want to be good." He chokes on the words, and is grateful for it; better choking than howling.
He hums in quiet acknowledgement, but he's quiet for a few moments afterwards.
"...when John got his deal," he says. "I was... an absolute nightmare. I was- furious with him, a-and myself, and vicious, and- b-because I didn't think that I... deserved for him to use it on me. To bring Faroe and Parker back. I damn well nearly ruined what should have been one of John's happiest fucking days on the Barge, because I was a mess."
He scrapes lightly against Jedao's scalp, three nails and the jarring texture change of the twig. "Being messy is only a problem if nothing is done to clean up the mess when it affects other people. And I know John would love nothing more than to wrap you up and assure that it's alright to be a mess with him. He'd prefer it, in fact," he says, a little lighter. "That way you can both be messy, together."
"It was a lot to spring on you," Jedao mutters, loyally. And it was actually about Arthur, which he does feel is relevant.
"And it won't affect other people if I clean it up," he adds with a small huff. "Don't - be patronizing. There is something he would love more, which is if I was just happy for him, like I fucking should be!"
"Like an engagement is less of a spring," he returns dryly. "John cares about your emotions, even the ones you think are ugly - certainly he'll care if you're jealous and not telling him. You keep saying you want to be the person he deserves, so- be the person you are with him. Be jealous, and bitter, and messy so he can show you those are just as lovable as your charm."
He tilts down a little so he can kiss Jedao's temple. "You think he doesn't know that you showing him those parts of you means you trust him? Pulling back and smiling it away feels like he's lost that."
"Well according to you both it won't change anything, so it damn well is less of a spring," Jedao growls, but something of the awful wound-tight constriction of the way he was holding himself erodes away, a little more of Jedao's weight slumping against Arthur, one of his hands clutching a handful of Arthur's shirt instead of being clenched into a fist against his own chest, nails digging into his palm.
He's been so careful not to say the world jealous, no matter how obvious it might be, and it feels strange for Arthur to have done it, like the lack of tension after your ears finally pop in a depressurization chamber.
"Isn't anybody allowed to just be ashamed without it meaning I don't trust him?" Jedao mumbles, now just sounding...lost, and sad. "I don't have any right to be jealous. I don't want to be. He doesn't have to deal with every single awful thing to love me."
"Yeah, well. Would that our emotions fucking worked like that," he hums, stroking gently up and down Jedao's neck now. "You and John have both spent more of your lives on the Barge than off it. You're both learning how to get through these sorts of messes on the fly, without the blessing of a longer life of first-hand experience. And honestly, even the best of us get it wrong."
But feeling Jedao finally lose some of that tension in his arms feels like a fucking victory, all the same. Like they're finally working together instead of hammering against Jedao's aggressively stubborn guilt.
"But he doesn't think loving you is awful, in any capacity. You care about him strongly enough to be jealous, Jedao, how is that not incredible?"
"Um, it's greedy and also stupid," Jedao counters, grouchily, but exasperation is at least a step up from bewildered sorrow or true blue self-loathing.
"And I am learning fine, probably." A slightly more dubious proposition, but -
"I get that you two were stuck together for an extremely formative period and he had to learn to love through conflict with no breaks at all but I think it's actually good and normal to step away and deal with your shit instead of lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it."
That gets a chuckle out of Arthur, as much a puff of released tension as it is genuine amusement.
"No, no- I agree with you, actually. The way we learned to handle our arguments, it's... well. Not ideal for handling them with other people. I got so used to it with John that it took some remembering after we separated that it's not, er. The wisest method."
A lot of credit due to Sheehan for accidentally sitting with them during one and pointing that out for them to recognise again.
"But bottling all of your shit up and pretending it doesn't exist because you think that will make someone else happy isn't ideal, either. And I do have personal experience with that one," he adds dryly, "seeing as it's how I spent my entire first marriage."
"Pretending it doesn't exist and acknowledging that it exists but slating it for private extermination are different things," Jedao says primly. It's honestly kind of impressive he even can sound that prim while still slightly waterlogged, and he wriggles a little to wipe the water off his face.
"How are you supposed to learn from it if you exterminate it?"
He lets go of Jedao a little, just so he can reach inside his jacket and pull out a handkerchief for him. His jacket's a write-off, he doesn't care about that, but the silky cotton square will be far nicer against Jedao's raw face.
"Pain exists to teach us something. That includes heartbreak, unfortunately."
"...probably," he admits readily. There's no bite to it, just a steady patience, meeting Jedao's eye without flinching. "Maybe I'm just choosing to make it matter, then. I won't pretend the lessons I picked up are always accurate - the pain from losing Faroe told me that I didn't deserve to be alive, and sometimes it's still louder than the good I've received to counter it." He shrugs one shoulder. "And sometimes a broken ankle is just a broken ankle."
"...and you're kneeling on rocks, fire and ash," Jedao suddenly realizes; Arthur starts floating, weightless, as Jedao shoves gravity off him, and tugs on him in midair to get him to sit back down next to him.
There's a yip of surprise from Arthur when he's suddenly hovered - and then immediately a hoarse grunt of surprised pain as he's seated again, sensation suddenly flooding back to his frozen knees.
"Agh, God-" It takes a moment to actually stretch his legs out, and there's definitely a few unhappy cricks there but mostly it's just stiff from weight and bruised from rocks, but he massages both knees with his hands and a wry "Fuck, I'd stopped noticing it."
So, lost sensation. Which means there's unpleasant pins and needles running down his calves, and he gives an exasperated laugh at himself. "Ow."
Most of the skills he has in procedural knowledge and muscle memory from Jedao One involve killing people, so being actually quite good at therapeutic massage in particular makes for a nice change. He knows the muscle groups without ever having had to learn them; he knows how to ease out knots, when to use a light touch and when to go heavy. And he can feel those old fractures, the knots and tears and scar tissue, little traceries of uneven density as plain to his senses as though they were illuminated from within.
He works gently, restoring warmth and blood flow to where it ought to be. It's soothing for him, too, something to concentrate on, to be able to touch and also feel useful, to be doing somebody some good, even if Arthur only ended up in this situation from trying to help him in the first place.
His right leg's the worse for it, being the one almost completely dismembered by the King and blithely reset by Kayne, but both of them are a mess of knots regardless; Arthur's not one to let many people touch him at the best of times, and that thorough a massage is normally entirely out of the question.
Which means more often than not the sounds coming out of Arthur about it are more quiet huffs, or surprised hisses through his teeth when Jedao hits spots that Arthur didn't even realise are tender, but he's also melting a little as his legs actually relax without the unpleasant prickling twinges he's accustomed to.
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"Confused, more than upset. He feels... misunderstood, about what you think marriage means to him. He thinks that you're pinning a label onto him that he doesn't fully understand or believe in, but he also knows that's not who you are, and the discrepancy there is what's upsetting him the most. Especially when to him this doesn't mean neglecting or prioritising anyone differently."
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"Well, I'm confused too," Jedao says finally, and it sounds stupid and sulky even to his own ears, for all that it also comes out raw, voice creaking.
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"And it doesn't matter what I think it means or whether I have a working theory or not. This marriage isn't for me, and it isn't about me, and it's not my fucking business! It's my job to be happy for my friend, not to interrogate him, and I know I'm being a greedy, immature, hypocritical baby about this, okay, you don't have to chew me out because I know I'm failing him, but I'm fucking working on it, alright? I'm going to be happy for him. I'm just. I'm just. I'm just not good enough yet."
He's gone from aggravation to tears so fast that he feels like his whole skin is hot and tight with the humiliation of it; his throat is so tight he keeps lurching off-and-on with his breathing. He's supposed to be happy, and he's going to force himself to be happy, and then John won't have to be confused and disappointed that he's reacting wrong.
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He doesn't interrupt him, but he does shift around, letting go of Jedao only enough that he can shift onto his knees in the stony mud and wrap both arms around him, pulling Jedao once more into the safety of a tight hug.
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"I'm sorry," he whisper-gasps, in a small, squashed voice, pressed out against Arthur's shoulder like piece of dough rolled flat, like a dried flower crushed between book pages. "I'm not. Being the person I want to be. Right now. He deserves better. But I'm working on it. I'll get there, I promise."
Except the more he lets himself hurt, the farther away it feels, the proper loving joy he's supposed to feel, the worse he is. Only he can't seem to stop the way his voice cracks, or the tears dripping down his face, or the desperate, needy way the lump of him leans into the embrace.
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A sturdy trunk of empathy and compassion for the frazzled moth to shelter in.
"You don't need to be anything, Jedao," he murmurs, tucking his chin on Jedao's head. "Not sorry, not anyone else. John loves you as you are, right now, and so do I. And if he heard any of this he'd forgive you without hesitation. You're allowed to be messy with him." Another soft press of a kiss, another squeeze that makes his own weathered joints creak. "A-and I know, how hard it is, to show it, but... he'd rather see this, than not understand why you're pulling away."
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"I don't want to be messy." A little plaintive, in the way that could almost have a toddler foot-stomp to go with it, I Don't Want! But what he wants, desperately, is to be better, mature, correct, adult.
"I don't want to be messy on his engagement. Just because it's allowed doesn't mean it isn't selfish and rude. I want to be good." He chokes on the words, and is grateful for it; better choking than howling.
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"...when John got his deal," he says. "I was... an absolute nightmare. I was- furious with him, a-and myself, and vicious, and- b-because I didn't think that I... deserved for him to use it on me. To bring Faroe and Parker back. I damn well nearly ruined what should have been one of John's happiest fucking days on the Barge, because I was a mess."
He scrapes lightly against Jedao's scalp, three nails and the jarring texture change of the twig. "Being messy is only a problem if nothing is done to clean up the mess when it affects other people. And I know John would love nothing more than to wrap you up and assure that it's alright to be a mess with him. He'd prefer it, in fact," he says, a little lighter. "That way you can both be messy, together."
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"And it won't affect other people if I clean it up," he adds with a small huff. "Don't - be patronizing. There is something he would love more, which is if I was just happy for him, like I fucking should be!"
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He tilts down a little so he can kiss Jedao's temple. "You think he doesn't know that you showing him those parts of you means you trust him? Pulling back and smiling it away feels like he's lost that."
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He's been so careful not to say the world jealous, no matter how obvious it might be, and it feels strange for Arthur to have done it, like the lack of tension after your ears finally pop in a depressurization chamber.
"Isn't anybody allowed to just be ashamed without it meaning I don't trust him?" Jedao mumbles, now just sounding...lost, and sad. "I don't have any right to be jealous. I don't want to be. He doesn't have to deal with every single awful thing to love me."
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But feeling Jedao finally lose some of that tension in his arms feels like a fucking victory, all the same. Like they're finally working together instead of hammering against Jedao's aggressively stubborn guilt.
"But he doesn't think loving you is awful, in any capacity. You care about him strongly enough to be jealous, Jedao, how is that not incredible?"
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"And I am learning fine, probably." A slightly more dubious proposition, but -
"I get that you two were stuck together for an extremely formative period and he had to learn to love through conflict with no breaks at all but I think it's actually good and normal to step away and deal with your shit instead of lashing out at someone who doesn't deserve it."
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"No, no- I agree with you, actually. The way we learned to handle our arguments, it's... well. Not ideal for handling them with other people. I got so used to it with John that it took some remembering after we separated that it's not, er. The wisest method."
A lot of credit due to Sheehan for accidentally sitting with them during one and pointing that out for them to recognise again.
"But bottling all of your shit up and pretending it doesn't exist because you think that will make someone else happy isn't ideal, either. And I do have personal experience with that one," he adds dryly, "seeing as it's how I spent my entire first marriage."
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He lets go of Jedao a little, just so he can reach inside his jacket and pull out a handkerchief for him. His jacket's a write-off, he doesn't care about that, but the silky cotton square will be far nicer against Jedao's raw face.
"Pain exists to teach us something. That includes heartbreak, unfortunately."
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"That's wolfshit. Sometimes pain is just pain."
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"Agh, God-" It takes a moment to actually stretch his legs out, and there's definitely a few unhappy cricks there but mostly it's just stiff from weight and bruised from rocks, but he massages both knees with his hands and a wry "Fuck, I'd stopped noticing it."
So, lost sensation. Which means there's unpleasant pins and needles running down his calves, and he gives an exasperated laugh at himself. "Ow."
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He works gently, restoring warmth and blood flow to where it ought to be. It's soothing for him, too, something to concentrate on, to be able to touch and also feel useful, to be doing somebody some good, even if Arthur only ended up in this situation from trying to help him in the first place.
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Which means more often than not the sounds coming out of Arthur about it are more quiet huffs, or surprised hisses through his teeth when Jedao hits spots that Arthur didn't even realise are tender, but he's also melting a little as his legs actually relax without the unpleasant prickling twinges he's accustomed to.
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