[He doesn't have a chance to respond before she's punching him in the face, He flinches instinctively away from the blow, her knuckles catching him square across a cheek, sending his head snapping to the side from the impact, his teeth cutting his tongue and lip in the process.
He's stunned by the pain, dazed and unthinking for a moment, before his mind rights again, wheeling, a trail of blood tickling down his lip. He's silent. There's not a peep from him as he turns his head back defiantly to glare at her. He'll bruise for sure.
He's seething. He deserved the blow but not her words in his opinion. Does she think he doesn't know? She has a point, she sure does. Little him is sexist, but he's a product of a society that raised him to be so. She said it herself. But he's a child, and even modern little boys and girls play the gender role game. She's the one blowing it out of proportion, making it a bigger deal than the children can understand. It goes deeper than him telling his little self she didn't care and framing her answer more negatively than he did himself. It goes farther than that, he's aware. It's her who's hurt most, he thinks, and he's not sure what to do about it.
He didn't teach his little self anything because he'll grow up one day, and he'll learn it himself. But he thinks it's wrong to say he should do it because he's a man, no, a woman should address the issue. If you want respect, it's your job to demand it. And she did, but a little too late to spare her from hearing his words. Toooo late to avoid this entire situation. It's unfortunate, and no, he doesn't disagree.
She has a fucking point, she has a point. Gilbert's burned and sizzled and has nothing to reply to that. No words to make hers mean less. But he's angry anyway. They went from telling parental responsibility to the injustice she suffered as a child, and to Gilbert, unfortunately, they don't tie in together. Why is she telling him this? He feels she's backlashing and displacing all her childhood frustrations on him, and he resents her for that. It's not his fault.
This fight is stupid. It's childish, bad and too personal and sinks deeper than he's comfortable even approaching. He can't fix what they're fighting about, which is whhhyyyy he didn't want to fight about it, and now there's no way to apologize for misunderstandings and acts done out of careless and thoughtless frustration. But yes, he's aware he's hypocrite. He's sorry. He's always sorry a little too late. He does and says assjack things without thinking, and now his mouth is bloody to pay up for it.
He stares at her. A coooooooold stare. Grabs her wrists to keep her from hitting him again, squeezing them painfully.]
Get off. [Quiet. A warning. He's never hit her, not because she's a girl and he's stronger than her, but because she's his family. He deserved the blow, but not a punch. Easily it could've been an grievous injury, easily he could lose his temper and return the gesture. Throwing punches makes things dangerous. And in his opinion, Family members do not use fists on each other. Family doesn't aim for each other's face. Family should know better than that.]
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He's stunned by the pain, dazed and unthinking for a moment, before his mind rights again, wheeling, a trail of blood tickling down his lip. He's silent. There's not a peep from him as he turns his head back defiantly to glare at her. He'll bruise for sure.
He's seething. He deserved the blow but not her words in his opinion. Does she think he doesn't know? She has a point, she sure does. Little him is sexist, but he's a product of a society that raised him to be so. She said it herself. But he's a child, and even modern little boys and girls play the gender role game. She's the one blowing it out of proportion, making it a bigger deal than the children can understand. It goes deeper than him telling his little self she didn't care and framing her answer more negatively than he did himself. It goes farther than that, he's aware. It's her who's hurt most, he thinks, and he's not sure what to do about it.
He didn't teach his little self anything because he'll grow up one day, and he'll learn it himself. But he thinks it's wrong to say he should do it because he's a man, no, a woman should address the issue. If you want respect, it's your job to demand it. And she did, but a little too late to spare her from hearing his words. Toooo late to avoid this entire situation. It's unfortunate, and no, he doesn't disagree.
She has a fucking point, she has a point. Gilbert's burned and sizzled and has nothing to reply to that. No words to make hers mean less. But he's angry anyway. They went from telling parental responsibility to the injustice she suffered as a child, and to Gilbert, unfortunately, they don't tie in together. Why is she telling him this? He feels she's backlashing and displacing all her childhood frustrations on him, and he resents her for that. It's not his fault.
This fight is stupid. It's childish, bad and too personal and sinks deeper than he's comfortable even approaching. He can't fix what they're fighting about, which is whhhyyyy he didn't want to fight about it, and now there's no way to apologize for misunderstandings and acts done out of careless and thoughtless frustration. But yes, he's aware he's hypocrite. He's sorry. He's always sorry a little too late. He does and says assjack things without thinking, and now his mouth is bloody to pay up for it.
He stares at her. A coooooooold stare. Grabs her wrists to keep her from hitting him again, squeezing them painfully.]
Get off. [Quiet. A warning. He's never hit her, not because she's a girl and he's stronger than her, but because she's his family. He deserved the blow, but not a punch. Easily it could've been an grievous injury, easily he could lose his temper and return the gesture. Throwing punches makes things dangerous. And in his opinion, Family members do not use fists on each other. Family doesn't aim for each other's face. Family should know better than that.]