I'm well aware of what can happen when people believe you are connected with the occult. I'm also sure that there is someone in your extensive list of friends that could help with this rather than offering it up to an entire community.
But new people arrive all of the time Richard, it could be someone who I don't know yet. But if you don't trust me not to bring up everything with Coralee and everything else then you don't trust me. It's that simple.
I do care about your advice! And you're forgetting, Richard. I spent months at our house watching Black Tapes all night and going through them how you taught me. I know that this would have just ended up as another one that we can't explain.
But maybe someone else could. Someone who has abilities that we don't. I want this to be something that can easily be explained, Richard. I want it not to be actual demons. I thought that you would want that to and it wouldn't bother you if I did it. Because of getting those answers.
You don't know because you assumed before acting. The likelihood that a random stranger would know something and share that knowledge in unlikely, and it's insulting to those you do know that you would trust random strangers to them.
You could have made it private, but you didn't. You could have trusted me to at least try to find answers, but you didn't, and any attempts at explaining this fact are met with dismissal. How is that caring about my advice?
[For a minute, Alex is speechless. She doesn't know what to say, which is a complete oddity for Alex Reagan. So in the end she just takes a breath and says two words and it's clear that she means them:]
[There's silence on his end for a very long time, almost as if he's hung up, but he hasn't. When he finally speaks, he's sounding calmer, but it's very low as if he's sure she won't even acknowledge his request.]
[Alex has definitely thought that he hung up, and it's only all the emotion going on that she doesn't do the thing of saying his name in an effort to try and fill dead air like she would on the show.]
Richard, there's no point to it now. It's been up for so long that everyone has seen it.
[He's expecting her to try and change the topic because she's making excuses because she doesn't want to take it down or private it or listen to anything he has to say.
After all, she's already said he's not involved in this.]
[Alex is just going to stare at her device for a very long time, and then stare at the pictures of the demon and then stare at her device again before she just says:]
[Okay, so this isn't something that Alex wants to talk about with space between them, so ten minutes later, she's knocking at the door of his office. It's clear that this is bothering her from just looking at her. At the moment, Alex is looking far closer to the Alex from last year when her sleep was so messed up than the Alex of late, and she's pale as hell.
But above all that, Alex is worried. And she's more worried about him.]
[If pressed, Richard would never admit that he has the picture up on his computer, that he's been pouring over details of it to verify that it's not another black tape.
He refuses even to entertain the idea that it's a real demon. Demons aren't real.
Even if the tiny voice in the back of his head, the voice of a far younger and more believing Richie Strand is telling him otherwise; that it looks exactly like what he and Cheryl saw. What app the children seem to have seen.
But that's too convenient, isn't it. It has to be a trick, something Warren did to scare Alex off. He'd heard what their conversation had entailed and, of course, there was Coralee and his father. The fact that they had been kidnapped to bring him to Geneva. And of course, Alex had found her way onto the short list of people he cared about, people he'd do anything to protect. It would make sense for Warren to go after her. It was logical.
The knocking was met with a minimized window before he crossed over to open the door. It was Alex, of course, it was Alex. It wouldn't be anyone but her, an argument over her idiocy in dealing with this or not, it wasn't something he wanted to be closed out of the loop of. She'd already started to do that spectacularly by ignoring anything he had to say already.]
[if there's one thing that alex knows about Richard it's that of course he has the file open on his computer. Of course he's looking at the images from every angle that he possibly could. In many ways he and Alex were the same; only where as he would have dealt with this alone if he could of Alex had sought out the help of others.
But either way of course the two of them were both pouring over every bit of it.
Alex wants to hug him but this isn't the right time for it, not in the middle of the fight so she just does something perhaps equally unexpected]
You were right. I shouldn't have made it public. I'm sorry, Richard.
[There's no sugar coating or placation. There's no way he would do that at this point. He'd told her to take it down or private it. She'd refused to listen or even discuss it. She'd merely dismissed him as if he didn't matter in all of this, as if he shouldn't care about it or shouldn't be hurt by her actions, by locking him out of this almost entirely.
Part of him wondered if she would have even come to him if something hadn't gone wrong. He doubted she would, which hurt all the more. Not that he would be willing to express or entertain the emotional state. Anger was far more comfortable to deal with. Hurt and a feeling of betrayal were far too deep to manage, especially when the object of those feelings was standing in front of him.]
I know.
[Maybe she felt bad, and maybe she'd apologized, but she never once listened. Never once thought about the fact that he'd been there so, so many times. When he was a child, with Bobbie Mames, and the one she should have known best, with Coralee and everything that had been happening. Still, she'd ignored everything, choosing instead to turn to complete strangers. Even admitting that she was turning to complete strangers instead of him. Believing that they would help her more than he could, more than the network of people that she trusted could.]
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:20 am (UTC)[Way to kick a man Alex.]
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:27 am (UTC)Richard.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:28 am (UTC)[He sounds tired. He's actually rubbing his temples.]
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:31 am (UTC)We are in this together. And I do love you. Really. I'm honestly not trying to hurt you, and I hope you know that.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:36 am (UTC)[His voice grows quieter.]
Or that you didn't trust me to look into it before you blindly sent it out to an entire network of strangers.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:41 am (UTC)But maybe someone else could. Someone who has abilities that we don't. I want this to be something that can easily be explained, Richard. I want it not to be actual demons. I thought that you would want that to and it wouldn't bother you if I did it. Because of getting those answers.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:56 am (UTC)You could have made it private, but you didn't. You could have trusted me to at least try to find answers, but you didn't, and any attempts at explaining this fact are met with dismissal. How is that caring about my advice?
[His voice is low and hurt now.]
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Date: 2018-07-09 06:05 am (UTC)I'm sorry.
[And then a few seconds later she adds:]
I swear, I didn't do it to hurt you, Richard.
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Date: 2018-07-09 09:43 pm (UTC)Will you at least make it private.
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Date: 2018-07-09 11:11 pm (UTC)Richard, there's no point to it now. It's been up for so long that everyone has seen it.
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Date: 2018-07-10 12:13 am (UTC)[The response is instant this time, like a breath out when someone punches you in the gut.]
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Date: 2018-07-10 12:53 am (UTC)[Sorry, Richard Alex just got a different message and she's going to freak out a little.]
Oh my god.
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Date: 2018-07-10 02:20 am (UTC)[He's expecting her to try and change the topic because she's making excuses because she doesn't want to take it down or private it or listen to anything he has to say.
After all, she's already said he's not involved in this.]
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Date: 2018-07-10 02:38 am (UTC)Richard...
[And then she sends him the lightened screencaps that Skye sent her, showing the demon in all the Cheryl described glory and horror.]
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Date: 2018-07-10 03:40 am (UTC)It's not real.
[His voice is very calm.]<\small>
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Date: 2018-07-10 03:48 am (UTC)What?
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Date: 2018-07-10 04:45 am (UTC)[That is totally what it is and he's not internally freaking out right now.]
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Date: 2018-07-10 04:55 am (UTC)But above all that, Alex is worried. And she's more worried about him.]
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Date: 2018-07-12 05:31 am (UTC)He refuses even to entertain the idea that it's a real demon. Demons aren't real.
Even if the tiny voice in the back of his head, the voice of a far younger and more believing Richie Strand is telling him otherwise; that it looks exactly like what he and Cheryl saw. What app the children seem to have seen.
But that's too convenient, isn't it. It has to be a trick, something Warren did to scare Alex off. He'd heard what their conversation had entailed and, of course, there was Coralee and his father. The fact that they had been kidnapped to bring him to Geneva. And of course, Alex had found her way onto the short list of people he cared about, people he'd do anything to protect. It would make sense for Warren to go after her. It was logical.
The knocking was met with a minimized window before he crossed over to open the door. It was Alex, of course, it was Alex. It wouldn't be anyone but her, an argument over her idiocy in dealing with this or not, it wasn't something he wanted to be closed out of the loop of. She'd already started to do that spectacularly by ignoring anything he had to say already.]
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Date: 2018-07-12 12:16 pm (UTC)But either way of course the two of them were both pouring over every bit of it.
Alex wants to hug him but this isn't the right time for it, not in the middle of the fight so she just does something perhaps equally unexpected]
You were right. I shouldn't have made it public. I'm sorry, Richard.
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Date: 2018-07-12 08:08 pm (UTC)Part of him wondered if she would have even come to him if something hadn't gone wrong. He doubted she would, which hurt all the more. Not that he would be willing to express or entertain the emotional state. Anger was far more comfortable to deal with. Hurt and a feeling of betrayal were far too deep to manage, especially when the object of those feelings was standing in front of him.]
I know.
[Maybe she felt bad, and maybe she'd apologized, but she never once listened. Never once thought about the fact that he'd been there so, so many times. When he was a child, with Bobbie Mames, and the one she should have known best, with Coralee and everything that had been happening. Still, she'd ignored everything, choosing instead to turn to complete strangers. Even admitting that she was turning to complete strangers instead of him. Believing that they would help her more than he could, more than the network of people that she trusted could.]
You should have listened. For one.
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