He lost his shit after doing the impossible, one time. His direct supervisor was an idiot. I'll never regret when he left. He didn't drive Jin into the ground -- well, mostly -- but he didn't take care of his staff well enough. Didn't keep an eye on workloads, just expected work to be done. Didn't watch out for geniuses who don't mind imperfections but can't stand unfinished work.
I'd been flat out with my own work, that time, with security arrangements for a VIP visit, working too long hours myself, and I hadn't caught on that Jin hadn't even had the brief breaks that I'd managed to grab for myself.
His supervisor should've known.
I might've shoved him against a wall and growled in his face, after I got Jin settled, that time.
The other time was harder. His relative. I had to do my own research to find out just who. It was difficult enough to get even that much out of him, but when he'd just spent an hour crying himself to sleep against me, I'd figured it was necessary that I find out what'd happened.
I hadn't been able to help so much, that time. But at least I'd been able to be there, with him. At least he'd been able to sleep, while I watched over him, and then slept beside him.
Can't do any of that, this time.
My eyes close briefly at his words, and I squeeze him a little more tightly. "Of course you are," I say, as calmly as possible. I'm sure he still has an idea of just how fucking tense I am underneath. Even after thirteen years he still reads me better than anyone else. But it's important that he sees both, anyway. Important that he knows that it's all right to be scared, that I'm worried, too, but that I'll help us both control it so we can find solutions.
"Anyone would be scared." My other arm comes up around him. My voice is a low rumble in my chest. "But you have the rest of us again, now, and we'll help you. I won't let you vanish, Jin. We'll help you."
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Date: 2012-11-28 11:57 am (UTC)He lost his shit after doing the impossible, one time. His direct supervisor was an idiot. I'll never regret when he left. He didn't drive Jin into the ground -- well, mostly -- but he didn't take care of his staff well enough. Didn't keep an eye on workloads, just expected work to be done. Didn't watch out for geniuses who don't mind imperfections but can't stand unfinished work.
I'd been flat out with my own work, that time, with security arrangements for a VIP visit, working too long hours myself, and I hadn't caught on that Jin hadn't even had the brief breaks that I'd managed to grab for myself.
His supervisor should've known.
I might've shoved him against a wall and growled in his face, after I got Jin settled, that time.
The other time was harder. His relative. I had to do my own research to find out just who. It was difficult enough to get even that much out of him, but when he'd just spent an hour crying himself to sleep against me, I'd figured it was necessary that I find out what'd happened.
I hadn't been able to help so much, that time. But at least I'd been able to be there, with him. At least he'd been able to sleep, while I watched over him, and then slept beside him.
Can't do any of that, this time.
My eyes close briefly at his words, and I squeeze him a little more tightly. "Of course you are," I say, as calmly as possible. I'm sure he still has an idea of just how fucking tense I am underneath. Even after thirteen years he still reads me better than anyone else. But it's important that he sees both, anyway. Important that he knows that it's all right to be scared, that I'm worried, too, but that I'll help us both control it so we can find solutions.
"Anyone would be scared." My other arm comes up around him. My voice is a low rumble in my chest. "But you have the rest of us again, now, and we'll help you. I won't let you vanish, Jin. We'll help you."