"Okay, y'know what?" There's a tension to this Foster's jaw, a kind of... disconnecting from Tim's misery, and he eyes Tim with something resembling... it's not clear, really. Pity? Contempt? Sympathy? He takes care not to touch Tim in any way, even a 'reassuring' one.
"No wonder you two can't fucking communicate. No offence, I mean. But if you don't want to engage him on his terms, you have to set your own. And if you don't, then... yeah, it's gonna be Like That. It doesn't have to be. If you framed it as something that offended you, offended your sensibilities, offended you on the terms of the way things should be... that would be enough for him. It's working for Kravitz. Which is... ironic." A wry note.
Tim's right, though... the fact that Foster isn't hurting anyone is both his only redeeming quality right now, and also sort of the problem. He's aware of it. He's also aware of what a no-win situation it is. Foster is just... too much, everything about him is too much and even Foster is aware there's something wrong with him, something wrong with himself, and something wrong with his head.
Which is why he's... like that to begin with.
"I won't tell you he won't hurt people, deliberately or otherwise, if that's what he feels compelled to. But like... the thing you're doing right now where you're... like, leaking everywhere, all these emotions and feelings, you're just... spilling over and it's actually kind of uncomfortable, especially once you start wallowing in them. Foster can't stand the expectation that he has to make other people happier, or make them feel better, unless you own it, and unless you make him the problem. Which you won't do, so you're like two blindfolded toddlers, swinging bats at a pinata."
He digs his claws into the dirt, pulls up a pawful of roots.
"....mmmm. Well. I don't know if it's any consolation, but he's... not projecting, exactly. That's way too personal. Too abstract. So it's more like... it doesn't matter. What you're going through, who you are or what you do. What you deal with. None of it matters."
I feel so FUCKING BAD for Tim, help me (edit: now I feel worse LMAO)
"No wonder you two can't fucking communicate. No offence, I mean. But if you don't want to engage him on his terms, you have to set your own. And if you don't, then... yeah, it's gonna be Like That. It doesn't have to be. If you framed it as something that offended you, offended your sensibilities, offended you on the terms of the way things should be... that would be enough for him. It's working for Kravitz. Which is... ironic." A wry note.
Tim's right, though... the fact that Foster isn't hurting anyone is both his only redeeming quality right now, and also sort of the problem. He's aware of it. He's also aware of what a no-win situation it is. Foster is just... too much, everything about him is too much and even Foster is aware there's something wrong with him, something wrong with himself, and something wrong with his head.
Which is why he's... like that to begin with.
"I won't tell you he won't hurt people, deliberately or otherwise, if that's what he feels compelled to. But like... the thing you're doing right now where you're... like, leaking everywhere, all these emotions and feelings, you're just... spilling over and it's actually kind of uncomfortable, especially once you start wallowing in them. Foster can't stand the expectation that he has to make other people happier, or make them feel better, unless you own it, and unless you make him the problem. Which you won't do, so you're like two blindfolded toddlers, swinging bats at a pinata."
He digs his claws into the dirt, pulls up a pawful of roots.
"....mmmm. Well. I don't know if it's any consolation, but he's... not projecting, exactly. That's way too personal. Too abstract. So it's more like... it doesn't matter. What you're going through, who you are or what you do. What you deal with. None of it matters."