[ His tone is weary over the connection, at his very end. ] Kidnapped? What the fuck--look--
Do you hate him? Because like...everyone does, but I can't keep both eyes on him all the time. I can barely keep one eye on him. I need--help, I need help.
[ Okay, maybe he has just enough energy to work up to frustrated again. ]
Look, I know we all love a good hanging, but I dunno, I fucking--I like him, and he's losing his mind, and everyone here is just chill about it. I know he's fucking--old timey sexist! I get it. I know. But is any of this helping? It's not like he can off himself and leave people alone, letting him fester and go insane is only going to make more fucking problems, because he doesn't understand! These people are like those assholes that speak full sentences to their dogs and wonder why they aren't trained! Dogs can't speak English! They don't understand!
[ He lets him go on because he doesn't know where to start. He's always been good at cutting these sorts of conversations right in half. Quentin is spiraling and needs it. ]
Dogs learn what you teach 'em. He ain't learning.
[ Not that that's what Daryl's concerned about now. Or at all, really. ]
You don't even like me an' you're beggin' for my help. [ Why sugar coat it? ] Your friends don't like him. That means nothin' to you?
No one's teaching him. They're just jumping down his throat. I dunno, I heard you talking with him like a normal, concerned human being, I know you used to talk--I figured I could at least ask. My bad.
[ His frustration simmers excitedly over the connection for a long few seconds, but hey--it's all he's been getting on the Felipe front anyway, right? How disappointed can he really be? With finality: ]
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Do you hate him? Because like...everyone does, but I can't keep both eyes on him all the time. I can barely keep one eye on him. I need--help, I need help.
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[ Felipe had set out to help Daryl once. But a lot's happened between then and now and he's no grown adult's babysitter. ]
He ain't your responsibility. Or mine. He's yellin' at our psycho overload, for fuck's sake.
cw: suicide mention
[ Okay, maybe he has just enough energy to work up to frustrated again. ]
Look, I know we all love a good hanging, but I dunno, I fucking--I like him, and he's losing his mind, and everyone here is just chill about it. I know he's fucking--old timey sexist! I get it. I know. But is any of this helping? It's not like he can off himself and leave people alone, letting him fester and go insane is only going to make more fucking problems, because he doesn't understand! These people are like those assholes that speak full sentences to their dogs and wonder why they aren't trained! Dogs can't speak English! They don't understand!
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Dogs learn what you teach 'em. He ain't learning.
[ Not that that's what Daryl's concerned about now. Or at all, really. ]
You don't even like me an' you're beggin' for my help. [ Why sugar coat it? ] Your friends don't like him. That means nothin' to you?
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Yeah, I'm the problem. Not the guy you're tryin' to protect from consequences.
I ain't climbin' up on the cross with you.
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Great. Thanks for the help.
[ He's out! ]