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title: Frenched
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
fandom: Bull (2016)
rating: g
warnings: none (ok maybe abuse of a metaphor /shrug)
word count: 223
notes: idefk what this is. and yesssss imma ignore the fuck outta the whole ‘based on dr phil’ thing. jason bull is mine to woobie gdi.
Bess is a lot of things. Tough, cynical, unexpected. But she isn’t wrong.
“Well I was watchin you too.”
Call it professional hubris. Call it human nature. Sometimes Jason forgets he’s not the only one in the room with eyes on all the things people don’t realise they’re giving away. Forgets when he focuses so long on discovering cracks and weak spots and pressure points that he has plenty of his own.
“That how you learn to watch people like that - read em, figure out what makes em go? To survive in that home… I know, I know.”
Even gently, Bess is a butcher.
In seconds she’s down to his marrow. No one has carved through him so deep, so fast. Not the circus of therapists from his childhood, not his professors, not the team he works so intimately with for weeks at a time - each one trained to pick apart every gesture, every cue. They all have pieces of him, scraps he lets go or chunks he can’t help losing. But they’ve all been outdone by a project accountant with a broken heart.
“Stop trying to figure people out just to get em to do what you want - it’s just a very lonely place.”
She lays him open and he never feels the knife. He admires her skill, even while he’s bleeding.
- end
author: acidquill
disclaimer: don’t own em
fandom: Bull (2016)
rating: g
warnings: none (ok maybe abuse of a metaphor /shrug)
word count: 223
notes: idefk what this is. and yesssss imma ignore the fuck outta the whole ‘based on dr phil’ thing. jason bull is mine to woobie gdi.
Bess is a lot of things. Tough, cynical, unexpected. But she isn’t wrong.
“Well I was watchin you too.”
Call it professional hubris. Call it human nature. Sometimes Jason forgets he’s not the only one in the room with eyes on all the things people don’t realise they’re giving away. Forgets when he focuses so long on discovering cracks and weak spots and pressure points that he has plenty of his own.
“That how you learn to watch people like that - read em, figure out what makes em go? To survive in that home… I know, I know.”
Even gently, Bess is a butcher.
In seconds she’s down to his marrow. No one has carved through him so deep, so fast. Not the circus of therapists from his childhood, not his professors, not the team he works so intimately with for weeks at a time - each one trained to pick apart every gesture, every cue. They all have pieces of him, scraps he lets go or chunks he can’t help losing. But they’ve all been outdone by a project accountant with a broken heart.
“Stop trying to figure people out just to get em to do what you want - it’s just a very lonely place.”
She lays him open and he never feels the knife. He admires her skill, even while he’s bleeding.
- end