I'm planning on it. Just haven't had the chance yet. [Well, he's planning on apologizing to Brainiac; he's certainly not going to extend the same courtesy to Harper, who can get fucked. As far as Dixon's concerned, going off on Harper was a natural response to Harper repaying his brush with death to save Harper's life with cruelty. He's going to do his best to keep calm (calm, calm, he's been worrying that word through his head like hippies fondle smooth stones in their palms) the next time he and Harper have to be in proximity, but he has a feeling it's going to take work and even strategizing to avoid each other.]
I'm sorry. Still. Since I yelled at you too. [It's not an insistence on Robbie forgiving him, just a making certain that someone gets what they're owed. He's not miffed by not getting any kind of absolution; he wouldn't have given it to himself anyway. Occasionally, low self-esteem becomes a protective barrier against disappointment or offense. He actually appreciates how straightforward Robbie's giving it to him, and he nods, absorbing and accepting it.
Robbie's underlying ideological objection doesn't really register (as far as Dixon's aware, he doesn't think himself a homophobe), but it seems like the right place to leave that part of the conversation. They hashed that all out in a minute, and there's nothing to add but go in circles or make it worse.
He tucks the pen into the lady's drawstring bag he snagged from the old clothing store; not a style he's normally go with but options are thin on the ground. He knows it means more to carry, but he can't really help himself from hoarding small treasures: a deck of cards, some comic books, a Mad Magazine, a pair of sunglasses.
He gestures around them at the dilapidated Wawa.] So. What you shopping for?
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I'm sorry. Still. Since I yelled at you too. [It's not an insistence on Robbie forgiving him, just a making certain that someone gets what they're owed. He's not miffed by not getting any kind of absolution; he wouldn't have given it to himself anyway. Occasionally, low self-esteem becomes a protective barrier against disappointment or offense. He actually appreciates how straightforward Robbie's giving it to him, and he nods, absorbing and accepting it.
Robbie's underlying ideological objection doesn't really register (as far as Dixon's aware, he doesn't think himself a homophobe), but it seems like the right place to leave that part of the conversation. They hashed that all out in a minute, and there's nothing to add but go in circles or make it worse.
He tucks the pen into the lady's drawstring bag he snagged from the old clothing store; not a style he's normally go with but options are thin on the ground. He knows it means more to carry, but he can't really help himself from hoarding small treasures: a deck of cards, some comic books, a Mad Magazine, a pair of sunglasses.
He gestures around them at the dilapidated Wawa.] So. What you shopping for?