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"Time off is the exact opposite of what I need. There's too much going on for a break, for me to just stop. It'd be running away, admitting I'm not good enough, or... something. Keeping busy like I've been trying to do is keeping my own thoughts from eating me alive like you warned me about."
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"I am. I'm not Eric, sir, I can't pull the solution to every problem I face right out my ass. I have to actually come up with plans and work towards them."
Ah, and there it went. At least Aaron had the decency to blush and look away.
"I'm working on things, sir. Part of why I've not been doing much but working and training lately - I'm trying to keep busy and focus my mind so I can plan. There's this project I've been working on, I've been trying to keep it hush hush. I don't know if it'll do any good but I have to have hope."
If it came off as begging not to be sent on vacation, maybe he was, in part. Time off from Paradigm would mean time either shut up in his pod, where everything smelled like her or reminded him of her in some way, or at home, with just house staff, because Mom and Dad were in Europe on some hush hush mission. Either option would have him bouncing off the walls within a week.
Not the doubtfulness of a minute ago, more a direct, interested inquiry. That "man up" might or might not have been the slap in the face he needed. At least temporarily, like a blast of cold air right to the face to wake you up in the morning.
"Be confident. Deal with your problems directly, instead of just whining about them, go solve them. If it's with a person, either talk it out or fight it out, I don't care which. If it's with a situation, learn about the situation until you can solve it."
Jack sighs.
"There's no need for you to ever be your own enemy. Don't focus on beating yourself up, because you're going to be the best person you can ever rely on."
That sounded more like 'what to do about it' than 'how to prove it'. No need to torpedo an honest attempt to help with that, though. Or with the fact being confident landed him in this mess. Being confident led right to him being stabbed in the back.
Still, himself as the best person he could rely on? And here he was, having taken a job with Paradigm because he cared about other people more than himself, supposedly. Here he was, obviously having barely eaten in days, when his body was used to so much more than that.
Here he was, not wanting himself. Not really, or at least, not just himself. Rely on himself, when all that seemed to do was open himself up to a knife in the back, and get people hurt? Or killed? The idea tasted foul, but he could sort of grasp where it was coming from.
"Well, I'm working on it, sir. I never planned to sit around crying about it, I've just been taking time to put it all together - figure out what I want, where my priorities are, and get some stuff done. Felt like if I was too busy fighting myself, not knowing what the hell I wanted, trying to work things out with everyone else was a lost cause."
"That's the idea. Get myself on the right track, figure out where my head's at and put it in the right place, then work on the other stuff. At the end of the day, I came to Paradigm for a reason, and I've gotten off track from the kind of person I want to be; I have to put myself back on it."
He'd turned selfish, angry, the kind of person who'd take people a bit for granted, who would take a life without a second thought. Maybe killing did have to happen now and then, but as easily as it had come to him in that basement?
Jack tripped him up! He blinked, shook his head, got back on track.
"I will. Guess what I was getting at is, I know where I've been straying, so I have to work on fixing it, and make sure I'm ready to deal with the others. I'll admit it, there's one I've been... kind of putting off."
The morning was entirely too soon! Especially since he couldn't just snap his fingers and have all the troubles be gone! He wasn't even sure he wanted some of those things to work out. But what could he tell the Director? No?
What a strange thing to say. It was Jack who'd told him 'keep practising,' so this was at least partly the Director's fault!
Admittedly, most of the 'other things' Aaron did in his day were things he really wasn't in the mood for right now, but still. He stood there, blinking, and wouldn't stop Jack from leaving.