[It's a childish defense and Joseph knows it. Only little kids say they didn't do something they did once they've got the consequences looking them in the eye, kicking up an overwhelming amount of guilt. But to some extent, it isn't a complete lie. Joseph didn't mean to make a joke out of things. Not like that. Certainly not in any way that was supposed to hurt Caesar.]
[Joseph sighs.]
You are such a fucking idiot sometimes, you know that? [He pulls Caesar to him, wrapping his arms around him tight.] You're always doing this. You expect me to know exactly what's going on in that head of yours and get pissed when I don't get it right. But I can't fix something I don't know about, Caesar.
I didn't know I was pissing you off [hurting you] this much [at all], okay?
[He thought Caesar was just playing along, or only getting the usual amounts of riled up. He didn't realize he was bothering him that much. Never mind that he doesn't understand how or why what he was saying was bothering Caesar that much. Part of Joseph wants to ask, just to make it so Caesar has to lay his cards out on the table and get straight answers out of him. But he thinks he's done enough damage for one day, and pushing Caesar into actually talking is probably just going to erupt into yet another fight. How else could it go when Caesar's this protective of whatever the hell is going through his head?]
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[It's a childish defense and Joseph knows it. Only little kids say they didn't do something they did once they've got the consequences looking them in the eye, kicking up an overwhelming amount of guilt. But to some extent, it isn't a complete lie. Joseph didn't mean to make a joke out of things. Not like that. Certainly not in any way that was supposed to hurt Caesar.]
[Joseph sighs.]
You are such a fucking idiot sometimes, you know that? [He pulls Caesar to him, wrapping his arms around him tight.] You're always doing this. You expect me to know exactly what's going on in that head of yours and get pissed when I don't get it right. But I can't fix something I don't know about, Caesar.
I didn't know I was pissing you off [hurting you] this much [at all], okay?
[He thought Caesar was just playing along, or only getting the usual amounts of riled up. He didn't realize he was bothering him that much. Never mind that he doesn't understand how or why what he was saying was bothering Caesar that much. Part of Joseph wants to ask, just to make it so Caesar has to lay his cards out on the table and get straight answers out of him. But he thinks he's done enough damage for one day, and pushing Caesar into actually talking is probably just going to erupt into yet another fight. How else could it go when Caesar's this protective of whatever the hell is going through his head?]
I'm sorry.