[Jesus christ. He should've done something about this sooner if it was keeping Ginko from getting supplies from Denny. Good on you, Tim, huh? Great fucking job.]
Not entirely. [Mostly, but not entirely. And... shit, knowing what he does now, he'd especially rather Tim not think that's all because of what happened between them.]
Been by now and then, but... well, there's no need to check in on Ed anymore. [Ha.] And my... other housemate can't really come here.
[That pause before 'housemate' might have been a little suspicious, but he's still figuring out how he should be talking about Epsilon. So he'll stick with that for now.]
[It's not a direct question or a demand to know more. It's conversational, meant to give Ginko an out if he needs it. He's not gonna force him to talk about things he doesn't wanna. Like, uh. Like Ed.]
Not comfortably, at least. [This, at least, is no problem to talk about; it's not like Epsilon is particularly secretive about how being a nymph has affected his psychology, and it's actually probably better the more people know.
As for Ed, well... there isn't much to say. He isn't here anymore, and there's not much that any of the islands can do about it. ...Especially not now.]
It's just a matter of circumstance. Epsilon is a nymph - basically a mobile tree. He doesn't... do well with wood structures.
[He...knows him. Knew he was here. Then he was gone. There's something there he's missing, but he doesn't know how much of it. Vague memories. Didn't realize he was back. The narrative there is too choppy, but that's not - he's not about to make that Ginko's problem, all right?]
Oh. Right. Uh, if it helps, most of this stuff was already cut down when I built it, but...fair. Uh, is there anything he...y'know, needs from this place that he can't get, or...?
[At least Ginko doesn't seem to notice anything's up - at least not enough for it to be worth asking about. Instead, he opts to double-check whether Tim knows who he's talking about, or is just having trouble putting names to faces.] Mm-hm - do you know him? He's hard to miss if you do; over six feet, blonde. Multicolored bark skin.
I think he does appreciate that. It's just... an unnerving material, y'know?
Anyway, I think he's good; he doesn't eat much these days, and he knows he can ask me if he needs anything. Thanks for asking, though.
Vaguely familiar. Dunno when I've seen him, just...y'know, must've seen him around.
[That's gotta be it. Nothing else amiss there. Definitely not. Bark skin, tree person...yeah. Makes sense he wouldn't need to eat. Guess he photosynthesizes, like Butternut.]
Well, I guess you can...stop by if anything changes there. I mean, we don't really do deliveries or anything but if you need something like that done I don't mind it. [Could always stand to get out a little more.]
We'll see; I probably can come by on my own if it comes down to it. Spending a lot of time together doesn't mean we have to be attached at the hip. [There's a flash of a wry smile as he says that, because... yeah this is right on the heels of him basically saying that he hadn't been by in months because Epsilon couldn't go, he knows.] But, I can let you know if something comes up.
[Like if he loses another limb and isn't allowed to be go out of sight of the cottage or the clinic for a while.]
Might just want to pick up some dried meat for now, if you've got some. Haven't had much luck with traps lately.
[Least he can do after, apparently, making Ginko agonize for months over a bad exchange they had that Tim didn't even have the courtesy to fucking remember. Jesus. This is one for the "learning experiences," huh?]
[Tigershark jerky's in one of the baskets. Only takes him a minute of rummaging to find it.]
Hm... not more than a pound or two. Should last a while. [He's likely to be the only one eating it, after all, and he doesn't want to take too much of what Tim has on-hand.]
[He can load this into a basket, no matter how necessary it might or might not be. Like, there's just a real glut of baskets here so Ginko can straight up have one.]
[The freakin' baskets. Ginko definitely has a good few at home, but he smiles weakly and nods anyway, because he's pretty sure Tim has what could be considered too many.] Might as well, since I didn't bring one. All I brought with me was-- uh.
[He fumbles for a moment before pulling the rolled-up fabric out of his back pocket.] This. I was gonna drop it off I'd missed you, but I guess it's not so necessary now.
[He unrolls the letter, holding out the ink-stained and paw-printed fabric for Tim to see, and takes a moment to frown at the sorry state of it.] ...Probably for the best that I didn't end up just leaving it here. Hard to make something presentable while a tigerlily is trying to play with it.
[Damn. Guess he really, uh, did feel bad about it. Like, really bad. He's not even sure what some of that means. "Get what you want out of this." That'd just raise more questions.]
Yeah, 'cause I would've come up to you asking what the hell any of it meant.
[Ginko's tail swishes against his ankles, but he's fairly sure he manages to keep that moment of uncertainty off his face, at least. Shiiit he's just making himself seem weirder by the second, isn't he. He misses being able to just not care how he came across.]
Ha, yeah, uh... it's not very clear, is it. [Now that he thinks about it and doesn't have an oversized cat trying to steal the fabric from him. Shit. Now that embarrassment is definitely showing on his face a little. He goes to roll the letter back up again.]
Sorry, now that I think about it this is probably coming off as... way too much. Figured I should say something, with the likelihood of leaving the islands and everything. [And still not being totally sure what kind of position that will leave any of them in.] But I guess I didn't think it through all the way.
It's just kinda vague. I mean, I only remembered that this was a whole thing 'cause you brought it up.
[Imagine getting that note and wondering what the hell happened to prompt it. Imagine having no fucking idea that someone was agonizing over what to say to you for literally months.]
If you hadn't signed it, I would've assumed it was...like, a threat or something.
Yeah, now that you say that... damn. That would've looked bad. [Whoops.]
Might need more practice at the apology thing - shouldn't've assumed it'd be obvious. [Even though it's still hard to imagine that it wasn't.
Well, just another lesson in dealing with other people, he guesses, even if he's not sure how to tell moving forward when to assume someone isn't still bothered by a conflict or when they are. He'll keep working on it.]
You know you don't have to personally apologize to every single person you've ever said the slightly wrong thing to. Right?
[Sure, Tim apologizes more than he should, but less than he used to. Chara trained him out of that instinct. Taught him a thing or two about the inherent pointlessness of apologies that don't mean a damn thing if you don't do something to fix it.]
[There's probably a middle ground here, but hell if he knows what it is.]
Oh, I usually don't. That's why I need practice. [Just a brief flash of a smile, as if that were a joke - which, to be fair, it is about the closest Ginko generally gets.
Which is to say, it's pretty true, but he also knows it doesn't sound great.]
But, to be clear, it's... not like I intend to start tracking down everyone I've ever pissed off now, either. [That would take a long time, even if it were feasible.]
Yeah, please don't do that. Like, I guess I'm glad I know that this was a thing? [So he could, you know, apologize? He'd feel kinda shit for that if he hadn't. And Ginko'd have that hanging over his head...what? Forever?]
Yeah, well... thanks for listening. I'm just sorry I sat on it for so long.
[He still doesn't know, really, how things would have gone if he had approached Tim sooner, and what point might have been too soon. But, uh. Having somebody approach you about an incident that was so long ago that you forgot can't be a great experience.]
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[Jesus christ. He should've done something about this sooner if it was keeping Ginko from getting supplies from Denny. Good on you, Tim, huh? Great fucking job.]
You been...uh, avoiding the place?
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Been by now and then, but... well, there's no need to check in on Ed anymore. [Ha.] And my... other housemate can't really come here.
[That pause before 'housemate' might have been a little suspicious, but he's still figuring out how he should be talking about Epsilon. So he'll stick with that for now.]
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[It's not a direct question or a demand to know more. It's conversational, meant to give Ginko an out if he needs it. He's not gonna force him to talk about things he doesn't wanna. Like, uh. Like Ed.]
[Then again, Ginko brought him up first.]
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As for Ed, well... there isn't much to say. He isn't here anymore, and there's not much that any of the islands can do about it. ...Especially not now.]
It's just a matter of circumstance. Epsilon is a nymph - basically a mobile tree. He doesn't... do well with wood structures.
[Meat building. :( ]
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[He...knows him. Knew he was here. Then he was gone. There's something there he's missing, but he doesn't know how much of it. Vague memories. Didn't realize he was back. The narrative there is too choppy, but that's not - he's not about to make that Ginko's problem, all right?]
Oh. Right. Uh, if it helps, most of this stuff was already cut down when I built it, but...fair. Uh, is there anything he...y'know, needs from this place that he can't get, or...?
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I think he does appreciate that. It's just... an unnerving material, y'know?
Anyway, I think he's good; he doesn't eat much these days, and he knows he can ask me if he needs anything. Thanks for asking, though.
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[That's gotta be it. Nothing else amiss there. Definitely not. Bark skin, tree person...yeah. Makes sense he wouldn't need to eat. Guess he photosynthesizes, like Butternut.]
Well, I guess you can...stop by if anything changes there. I mean, we don't really do deliveries or anything but if you need something like that done I don't mind it. [Could always stand to get out a little more.]
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[Like if he loses another limb and isn't allowed to be go out of sight of the cottage or the clinic for a while.]
Might just want to pick up some dried meat for now, if you've got some. Haven't had much luck with traps lately.
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[Least he can do after, apparently, making Ginko agonize for months over a bad exchange they had that Tim didn't even have the courtesy to fucking remember. Jesus. This is one for the "learning experiences," huh?]
[Tigershark jerky's in one of the baskets. Only takes him a minute of rummaging to find it.]
How much would you say you need, exactly?
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[He can load this into a basket, no matter how necessary it might or might not be. Like, there's just a real glut of baskets here so Ginko can straight up have one.]
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[He fumbles for a moment before pulling the rolled-up fabric out of his back pocket.] This. I was gonna drop it off I'd missed you, but I guess it's not so necessary now.
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[He lifts one eyebrow but aside from the mild note of concern, there's not much in the way of judgment in his tone.]
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[He unrolls the letter, holding out the ink-stained and paw-printed fabric for Tim to see, and takes a moment to frown at the sorry state of it.] ...Probably for the best that I didn't end up just leaving it here. Hard to make something presentable while a tigerlily is trying to play with it.
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[Damn. Guess he really, uh, did feel bad about it. Like, really bad. He's not even sure what some of that means. "Get what you want out of this." That'd just raise more questions.]
Yeah, 'cause I would've come up to you asking what the hell any of it meant.
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Ha, yeah, uh... it's not very clear, is it. [Now that he thinks about it and doesn't have an oversized cat trying to steal the fabric from him. Shit. Now that embarrassment is definitely showing on his face a little. He goes to roll the letter back up again.]
Sorry, now that I think about it this is probably coming off as... way too much. Figured I should say something, with the likelihood of leaving the islands and everything. [And still not being totally sure what kind of position that will leave any of them in.] But I guess I didn't think it through all the way.
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[Imagine getting that note and wondering what the hell happened to prompt it. Imagine having no fucking idea that someone was agonizing over what to say to you for literally months.]
If you hadn't signed it, I would've assumed it was...like, a threat or something.
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Might need more practice at the apology thing - shouldn't've assumed it'd be obvious. [Even though it's still hard to imagine that it wasn't.
Well, just another lesson in dealing with other people, he guesses, even if he's not sure how to tell moving forward when to assume someone isn't still bothered by a conflict or when they are. He'll keep working on it.]
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[Sure, Tim apologizes more than he should, but less than he used to. Chara trained him out of that instinct. Taught him a thing or two about the inherent pointlessness of apologies that don't mean a damn thing if you don't do something to fix it.]
[There's probably a middle ground here, but hell if he knows what it is.]
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Which is to say, it's pretty true, but he also knows it doesn't sound great.]
But, to be clear, it's... not like I intend to start tracking down everyone I've ever pissed off now, either. [That would take a long time, even if it were feasible.]
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[Jesus.]
Thanks for...letting me know, I guess.
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[He still doesn't know, really, how things would have gone if he had approached Tim sooner, and what point might have been too soon. But, uh. Having somebody approach you about an incident that was so long ago that you forgot can't be a great experience.]