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Why? What did I do? *eyes meet hers defiantly, his split lip very apparent, so much of his namesake in his eyes and the set of his jaw*

What? I can't just want to talk to you? *eyebrow raised* I was being more than pleasant, Edward. Please show me the same respect.

You're going to shout at me about school, like Mum did. I know you are. *lowers his eyes, almost seeming to shrink slightly*

And if I am, do you really think that attitude is going to get you anywhere?

As for school, I am wondering what caused the fight, but I'm not really in the mood to shout, to be honest.

I didn't DO anything! *rubs his eye*

*...* Did I say you did? Did I at all act as though I assume you did? Check your tone, young man. *crosses her arms, looking at him hard* Now, either tell me what happened, or don't, but this rage-fit isn't going to fly with me, kiddo.

*mirrors her stance because he isn't of Hyde blood for nothing, you know* He was annoying me. He wouldn't shut up so I hit him. He goes on and on and on about things that don't mean anything, or he just sits there staring, not saying a word. It makes me angry.

*both eyebrows raise... the look turns a touch toward the "cold" look, her irritation rising even with her beloved grandchild* So because he talks nonsense or DOESN'T talk and just stares... you hit him? So what is he meant to do? Not speak but not look either? Edward, honestly! *and isn't THAT a familiar thing to be saying?*

*lowers his eyes just slightly because he knows who's boss here but he doesn't want to give in completely, he's aware of what she can do, just as he's aware of what his grandfather can do but the irritation tonight...* It makes me ANGRY, grandma! There's just this, I don't KNOW, just this, this *closes his eyes and makes a frustrated sound, opening his arms wide and letting them drop* this thing.

You're going to have to explain further than that, Edward. WHY does it make you angry? Is he saying mean things or just talking? When he's staring, is it in a mean way or just LOOKING? *makes her own frustrated sound*

It's not just him... *bites his lip, his foot tapping irritatedly on the floor* He just happened to be there at the time. He was talking about things, he just talks and he has this annoying, high pitched nasally voice and *grits his teeth, remembering* he stares, and when I try to talk about something interesting he looks at me like I'm not talking English and I KNOW I am. *tightens his hand into a fist*

*his frustration is making hers grow by leaps and bounds* So, several of the children treat you like you're not normal? They find different things interesting than you do? And they have annoying voices? *looks at his hand* There are other ways to take your frustrations out and if you'd like me to point them out, simply tell me. You're about to throw my mood over into exceptionally irritable too.

It's not just them. It's everything. Just. Everything. *growls because he's trying to explain and he can't find the words, and he's never been able to find the words and he wants to shout and hit things but he knows that it's not going to make anything any easier and she'll just get angry at him too, she already is* Just angry Grandma and I can't... I can't stop it.

*and suddenly it all becomes clear* Oh... *pinches the bridge of her nose* Did you feel even a moment of peace when you were hitting him?

A little bit... *lowers his eyes, almost ashamed*

*sighs a little, but not at him* You are so like your Grandfather... And like me.

Can you make it go away? *desperate*

No. But we can make it better. I promise we can make it better. Something you can deal with, instead of something that makes you feel this way.

Make it better? You can make it better. *runs his fingers across his bottom lip and hisses, shivering just a little*

We can. All of us, together. Maybe you should talk to Elizabeth... she used to struggle with feelings like this too... she may still do.

*nods slowly* I will. How did she get better?

I think Matthew helped her a great deal. And she found new focus... it's mainly distraction, to be honest.

Maybe I can find distraction? I Just want to make it go away.

There are a million distractions. We'll find the right one or ones for you. No matter how long it takes.

Like fighting? Can I fight Grandma? Not people in class, but somewhere else?

I was thinking that might be a good idea. A kickboxing class or karate or something? What do you think?

We could ALL go! *grins* Do it together, though Grandpa might get angry.

We could. That would be fun. *smiles* He probably wouldn't it if was done in a very structured way for a class, love.

Yes. It would be very fun, and it would make me not want to hurt things. But Grandpa might get over excited and hurt people.

*smiles* If it's a very structured thing, he might not. We'll have to just see. If he goes to one class and hates it, you and I can keep going instead.

*nods nods* Okay, Grandma. Can we go to kickboxing instead of karate?