[ Too much to unpack and also not enough at all. Billy’s never mentioned dying. Okay, they went to hell. Actually, they went to hell twice, if the first time counts. Tommy thinks it does. Sooo not the point. Point is: they weren’t dead.
Tommy lets himself be towed back down. Doesn’t really move aside from that. More like … reconfigures. What was a show of annoyance folds in on itself, and his arms stay crossed more out of an effort to not hug Billy. The straight line of his shoulders slumps in a curve, chest concaving until he’s almost hugging himself.
Because it hits too close to some of Tommy’s quiet doubts - I barely know who I am. I don’t remember anything. He’s Tommy Shepherd. He’s Tommy Maximoff. Most of his memories are after he turned 13 and blew up his school. He thought that was normal. Little kid memories fade, don’t they? He’s never asked anyone about it, though. They’d think he was nuts.
Besides, he remembers his parents, and he remembers Mephisto.
He’s also the Scarlet Witch’s son, and she made the whole damn world believe something else about themselves. It hurts his head to think about. So he doesn’t. Easy.
But he never has to stand in front of himself and see the pain those doubts cause. And he never died, shit. ]
You know the important part. I’m your brother. It’s like the one thing everyone agrees on. The rest of it - you can’t get stuck on some William or Billy existential divide that doesn’t exist. You’re Billy and that’s short for William. Problem solved: you’re just you. The history of you doesn’t matter, and anyone who says it does only wants to use it against you.
[ Back to what’s important and not Billy overthinking himself into an ulcer. ]
I’m going to need names so I know whose ass I’m kicking. About the… dead thing. I get that you’re okay now. Ish.
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[ Too much to unpack and also not enough at all. Billy’s never mentioned dying. Okay, they went to hell. Actually, they went to hell twice, if the first time counts. Tommy thinks it does. Sooo not the point. Point is: they weren’t dead.
Tommy lets himself be towed back down. Doesn’t really move aside from that. More like … reconfigures. What was a show of annoyance folds in on itself, and his arms stay crossed more out of an effort to not hug Billy. The straight line of his shoulders slumps in a curve, chest concaving until he’s almost hugging himself.
Because it hits too close to some of Tommy’s quiet doubts - I barely know who I am. I don’t remember anything. He’s Tommy Shepherd. He’s Tommy Maximoff. Most of his memories are after he turned 13 and blew up his school. He thought that was normal. Little kid memories fade, don’t they? He’s never asked anyone about it, though. They’d think he was nuts.
Besides, he remembers his parents, and he remembers Mephisto.
He’s also the Scarlet Witch’s son, and she made the whole damn world believe something else about themselves. It hurts his head to think about. So he doesn’t. Easy.
But he never has to stand in front of himself and see the pain those doubts cause. And he never died, shit. ]
You know the important part. I’m your brother. It’s like the one thing everyone agrees on. The rest of it - you can’t get stuck on some William or Billy existential divide that doesn’t exist. You’re Billy and that’s short for William. Problem solved: you’re just you. The history of you doesn’t matter, and anyone who says it does only wants to use it against you.
[ Back to what’s important and not Billy overthinking himself into an ulcer. ]
I’m going to need names so I know whose ass I’m kicking. About the… dead thing. I get that you’re okay now. Ish.