[If anything, he looks significantly less impressed at that explanation. So Monty was engaged to someone else, and he still had the gall to try and be jealous?]
Fine. So how come she's not allowed to fall in love with anyone else? You know she got all twisted up apologising, like it was her fault that you couldn't control your damn jealousy and use your words? But seems to me like you're just trying to own her.
[This might be slightly off the original topic, but he's been wanting to say all of this to Monty for a long time and now appears to be the ideal opportunity.]
For the love of god, man! I am trying to say I was wrong and I want her to have that--have you--if that is what she wants!
[His hands are balled into fists and he bristling all over. Monty hates this. Hates every moment of this. And he's starting to hate Bucky for being indescribably dense.]
[As much as this whole encounter is awkward, and as much as he dislikes Monty, and as much as things have sucked recently... this is actually making him feel a little better. He hasn't had anyone he can really vent his frustrations at without feeling guilty, and making Monty miserable is kind of satisfying.
It's like a petty revenge without actually resorting to fists.]
So if I walked up to Renart and told her I loved her, and proposed to her like you and your fella did, you'd be fine with that?
[He's not going to. Hell, he wouldn't even be with Renart in a simple and slow way, he's too scared of hurting her, but Monty doesn't need to know that yet.]
The first woman I ever loved and who loved me back married another man because I was a penniless boy with no money to keep her in comfort. I have known that cruelty already in my life and survived it, sir.
[People can survive a lot, more than most would give themselves credit for, so that doesn't mean much.]
I asked if you'd be fine with it, like she was with your fella. If you'd stick with her, not hold it over her, and not try and push me off another damn cliff.
I can be not-fine and still allow that, Mr. Barnes. She has never been fine. She has tolerated. Or so she has told me. I will not harm you, as I said, or hold anything over her.
[That's a shame. He didn't like Undertaker at all, but he was at least one of the few people here that had the right idea regarding him and what might be the right course of action if he lost control again.]
[That, at least, is true. He knows it from experience, his own and watching those around him. It does all make sense in a logical progression, but he can't shake the distrust of knowing just how self serving Monty is underneath it all.
And even aside from that, trusting Monty is hardly the main issue here. He doesn't even know if he wants to ever see Renart again, let alone start anything up with her.
His expression does soften ever so slightly, tone becoming more neutral and less aggressive.]
As I told you when I first came to you, nothing's ever gonna happen between me and Renart, anyway.
[Which is a gross understatement, but he's already discussed this with John and got as drunk as possible, he's not discussing it with the one person here he actively considers an enemy.]
If you've said all you want to say, then you should get out.
[This man's manners leave so very much to be desired. Monty purses his lips to keep from saying as much as he picks himself up and straightens his suit.]
Good day, Mr. Barnes.
[He's out and away, closing the door with more force than he probably should.]
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Fine. So how come she's not allowed to fall in love with anyone else? You know she got all twisted up apologising, like it was her fault that you couldn't control your damn jealousy and use your words? But seems to me like you're just trying to own her.
[This might be slightly off the original topic, but he's been wanting to say all of this to Monty for a long time and now appears to be the ideal opportunity.]
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[His hands are balled into fists and he bristling all over. Monty hates this. Hates every moment of this. And he's starting to hate Bucky for being indescribably dense.]
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It's like a petty revenge without actually resorting to fists.]
So if I walked up to Renart and told her I loved her, and proposed to her like you and your fella did, you'd be fine with that?
[He's not going to. Hell, he wouldn't even be with Renart in a simple and slow way, he's too scared of hurting her, but Monty doesn't need to know that yet.]
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The first woman I ever loved and who loved me back married another man because I was a penniless boy with no money to keep her in comfort. I have known that cruelty already in my life and survived it, sir.
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[People can survive a lot, more than most would give themselves credit for, so that doesn't mean much.]
I asked if you'd be fine with it, like she was with your fella. If you'd stick with her, not hold it over her, and not try and push me off another damn cliff.
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What changed? Why did you suddenly come to this realisation?
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[He doesn't expect any sympathy.]
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And?
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And even aside from that, trusting Monty is hardly the main issue here. He doesn't even know if he wants to ever see Renart again, let alone start anything up with her.
His expression does soften ever so slightly, tone becoming more neutral and less aggressive.]
As I told you when I first came to you, nothing's ever gonna happen between me and Renart, anyway.
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But I would urge you not to cut her out.
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[Which is a gross understatement, but he's already discussed this with John and got as drunk as possible, he's not discussing it with the one person here he actively considers an enemy.]
If you've said all you want to say, then you should get out.
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Good day, Mr. Barnes.
[He's out and away, closing the door with more force than he probably should.]