awkward conversations

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John: *sighs. so much*
Allison: ...what the what
John: He doesn't know how to use the thing.
Allison: Neither did I!
John: You haven't tried posting. Just replying.
Allison: Still...
John: Welcome to my life, Allison.
Allison: Hey :-(
John: ...What?
Allison: Nothing.
John: No...you meant something.
Allison: I did not, and you can't prove it.
John: *stares at* Don't do that.
John: It's like lying.
Allison: How is that like lying?
John: Would you rather I called you a liar outright?
John: So then it's like lying. Just be honest with me, okay?
Allison: *sigh* Fiiine.
John: So...what about "welcome to my life" made you upset?
Allison: It sounded sarcastic.
John: Oh.
John: Well it wasn't. Not entirely.
Allison: Not entirely.
John: *sighs* Didn't we talk about how I don't know how to talk to people? Yeah.
Allison: Don't sarcastic and sigh at me.
John: I'm not meaning to do it AT YOU.
Allison: And yet.
John: I don't...know what you'd like me to say. My dad can't use the machine. My mother  hates computers. And I can probably take the thing apart.
Allison: I don't know what that has to do with anything.
John: That's...how my life works. Us versus them. Me versus them. It's like there's always a barrier
Allison: A barrier of snark?
John: *stares at the floor for a while* Me versus anyone doesn't mean you. I don't feel like...I'm divided from you.
Allison: Then, you should say 'Me vs everyone but Allison Young'. Or something.  Why don't you?
John: Because... *frowns*
John: You're here, I trust you, you put up with me.
Allison: Why do you trust me?
John: ...Do I have to break that down for you? *looks uncomfortable*
Allison: Does it have anything to do with your metal? If not, no.
John: No.
Allison: Okay, then.
John: *siiiighs forever* You put up with me. Yeah, that doesn't seem like much but it hasn't happened very often in my life.
Allison: Obviously, I'm very important or some such.
John:...Or I could just like you for being you.
Allison: Or that.
John: You don't believe me.
Allison: I might.
Allison: I might NOT believe you.
John: That's not very...hell, nevermind.
John: ...Uhm. I don't know. Inspiring?
Allison: Yay John, Go John?
John: *sighs again*
John: No, I mean...you tell someone you like them, they say they might or might not believe you, that just makes them not want to say it again.
Allison: Oh. Fine, I believe you.
John: That sounds like sarcasm.
Allison: It's not
John: ...Okay. (isn't sure if he believes her or not)
Allison: Okay. :-(
John: I just...don't do that.
Allison: Don't do what?
John: Frown. Please?
Allison: ...I can't smile all the time.
John: I'm not asking you to smile all the time, I'm just saying I don't want to make you frown.
John: ...(fuck)
Allison: Oh.  Why?
John: *looks at her for a moment* Think about that.
Allison: Could you just SAY?
 

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He sighs, leans against one of the walls and goes back to looking at the floor. "I could. Or you could figure it out too. You're smart, I mean..." Sighing again.

"God why am I trying to do this."