[TRUTH ROOM] and I wanna hear what you have to say about me

[justhalnow.livejournal.com]

[The Oldacon's found a room where one of the kitchens used to be. It's not remarkable in any way other than it's irritating non-kitchenness. There are some comfy chairs, a nice plush carpet, some reddish mood lighting-

-and a door that won't open again.]

Oh, you... come on. [He fights with the door momentarily, getting nowhere at break-neck speeds. He sighs and moves to sit in a chair, looking somberly around. He has no idea what the room wants, but it's not letting him go just yet.]


((OOC: This is a room that forces people to say truths they normally wouldn't divulge. You can only get out after saying one of these truths aloud for someone else to hear. The effects could last for as long or as short a time as you wish. Feel free to either bother Hal or just wander in alone or wotever.))

Comments

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

If this is about being lonely and taking the first sign of affection thrown to you, I've already hit your older self upside the head with how that guilt is stupid.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Softly:] I loved her.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

...

[She sighs] Hal. Look at me.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He does. His eyes are shining wetly.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She lifts her head, kissing his forehead] Of course you did. I had a while to think about it after I was told... Mom did a lot for you. But... the thing is, she shouldn't have.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

I knew it was wrong. A-and I was going to continue, a-anyway and...

Looking at my older selves, it seems they all did.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

And you see how that ends.

... look. If she hadn't been your stepmother... it probably wouldn't have mattered once you hit eighteen. But, Hal? Parents don't do that. And I know now siblings shouldn't either. And continuing with it, with a married woman who's supposed to raise you, not fuck you, isn't good for anyone.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't understand what you meant with that, about siblings.] I-I know. I was already trying to get over it... The oldest Hal t-told me it was going to go wrong.

I... I didn't know how wrong. Dad dies? Because of me? And you... [He reaches out for your arm, grasps it.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She puts her hand over his] You can change that.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

I've been time-paradoxed so many times already. [He attempts to smile.] I guess I must.

D-doesn't make me less awful, though.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Hal. Stop it.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

But it's true.

H-how can you even... be here. Knowing what I did? What I was going to do?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Because I love you.

... I know how you feel in the future. And I want for you to avoid that.

Emo, oblivious teenager. Sorry /o\

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He blinks at that. Softly:] I love you too, E.E.

I j-just don't deserve anything.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She grabs his chin] Stop it.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

C-can't.

It'll be a long time before I feel any better about this.

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... stop it, Hal. You know better now. You know how to change it.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.] Can we... j-just, leave this room?

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... I don't know. [She walks over to the door, carefully opening it]

... let's go.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah.

[He's not going to question right now why the door opened. Hal just nods and walks out.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

... [She lets out a long sigh, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight hug]

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[And, after a moment of hesitation... he returns it, clinging tightly to Emma.]

[He may or may not be crying again. It's hard to tell, with him repressing any sound and his face hidden.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

Listen to me, Hal. I love you. I have and always will. But you need to stop this guilt.

[jailbait-guilt.livejournal.com]

[Still clinging to Emma.] 's hard.

[He nods nevertheless. Taking a deep breath, he dries his eyes and attempts to calm himself down.]

[be-safe-hal.livejournal.com]

[She kisses his forehead] It'll be okay.