No good at all!" I tell him, the smile coming back. "I just enjoy helping people."
"But why?" he insists. God, he sounds like a three-year old. I get a sudden image of a silent, scowling toddler with a gun in one hand and a teddy bear in the other, and have to fight not to crack up.
"I just do, that's all. It's just the way I am." He's not convinced. "Really. That's the way I'm wired. There's this little psychological quirk I've got -- sort of a Samaritan virus, you know? It gives me this weird glow on the inside -- I completely get off on it. Don't you? Come on, there's no rush quite like saving someone from a tight spot -- it's such a turn-on --"
The strangest expression crosses his face as I talk, and I can't help but smirk -- payback for fixing his leg right in front of me. "Do you believe me now?" I say abruptly. "Are my reasons cynical enough for you to understand yet?"
I'm putting him on, and it's great to see his expression when he realizes it. He makes this little 'hnph' sound of disgust, and turns back to his Gundam, vanishing from sight. I sigh dramatically. "What a jerk," I say to no-one in particular. "I save his life, not to mention his suit. What kind of an idiot am I? Going to all this trouble for an antisocial, uncooperative, phlegmatic, paranoid -- God! If I had his personality, I'd want to kill myself!"
"Hey, you!"
He spoke to me! Miracles. Maybe someday he'll bother to remember my name. "What, you want lunch after all?" I call back, bouncing the sandwiches on my hand.
His head appears over the platform edge. "Could you shut up for a while?"
Re: Confluence
Date: 2006-02-22 07:56 am (UTC)"But why?" he insists. God, he sounds like a three-year old. I get a sudden image of a silent, scowling toddler with a gun in one hand and a teddy bear in the other, and have to fight not to crack up.
"I just do, that's all. It's just the way I am." He's not convinced. "Really. That's the way I'm wired. There's this little psychological quirk I've got -- sort of a Samaritan virus, you know? It gives me this weird glow on the inside -- I completely get off on it. Don't you? Come on, there's no rush quite like saving someone from a tight spot -- it's such a turn-on --"
The strangest expression crosses his face as I talk, and I can't help but smirk -- payback for fixing his leg right in front of me. "Do you believe me now?" I say abruptly. "Are my reasons cynical enough for you to understand yet?"
I'm putting him on, and it's great to see his expression when he realizes it. He makes this little 'hnph' sound of disgust, and turns back to his Gundam, vanishing from sight. I sigh dramatically. "What a jerk," I say to no-one in particular. "I save his life, not to mention his suit. What kind of an idiot am I? Going to all this trouble for an antisocial, uncooperative, phlegmatic, paranoid -- God! If I had his personality, I'd want to kill myself!"
"Hey, you!"
He spoke to me! Miracles. Maybe someday he'll bother to remember my name. "What, you want lunch after all?" I call back, bouncing the sandwiches on my hand.
His head appears over the platform edge. "Could you shut up for a while?"
Jesus!