Full Sail Ahead [Harry Hook X Reader]

Pathos

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Pathos (plural: pathea or pathê ) is Greek for "suffering" or "experience" or "something that one undergoes," or "something that happens to one". In medicine, it refers to a "failing," "illness", or "complaint". In Stoicism, it refers to "complaints of the soul". In its adjectival form: pathetic from παθητικός appeals to the emotions of the audience and elicits feelings that already reside in them.

Your POV

"(Y/N)?" My eyes shot open at Harry, who looked down at me empathetically.

"Sorry. Let's go now." I mustered up my sanity and held back whatever I was feeling.

"Are you sure?"

"There's nothing else to do."

Carpet came over and we boarded our luggage and then ourselves. He flew at basically a crawl, unsure as Harry on what I had planned. I groaned to myself. "Ugh, carpet, just go at about 25% of our regular speed. We're in no rush to reach anywhere."

When I didn't say anything, Harry ventured to start a conversation, probably scoping out whether I was angry, sad, hurt, or some other pathetic emotion I had to be feeling. All of them, I'm feeling all of them. Wasn't the physical display of my emotions sufficient? I sighed internally. Don't do this - you can't take it out on him. You're cross, but not with him, or even your parents - just at the situation. I tried to rationalize with myself. But you should tell him how you truly feel. He began, "That was..."

"Beyond traumatizing!" Harry stayed quiet as I expressed my frustration. "I mean, how dare they?! Agrabah is my home as much as theirs - and just because I asked one stupid question that made them uncomfortable? Seriously?"

"Your parents aren't like this though, right (y/n)? I'd understand my father reacting like this, but Jasmine and Aladdin have never been impractical. I don't think this is them." He spoke softly.

"That's what I'm hoping - but if this isn't them, then who is it?" I sucked in a breath. "It doesn't matter. The only thing I fear is that it is them, and I've done or said something so reprehensible that they truly wanted me to leave." I felt the tears resurfacing. "They've never been cross with me, certainly not like this."

"(Y/N)-"

"I'm fine."

"(Y/N) you're crying."

I sniffled. "I don't know why I am. It's like you said, it's probably not them."

"Still, you can feel... like how you're feeling. You can."

I shook my head, trying to shake off the frenzy I was uncontrollably in. "It's embarrassing and straight-up dumb. Nothing's even happened and I'm acting like the sky's fallen down."

"Hey, it's not dumb. Just because I may not have as much sentiment towards my Father doesn't mean you can't feel bad when something like this happens with your parents. It was unexpected and scary - and you didn't do anything to cause a reaction like that. It's normal to react like this." He put a hand on my shoulder. "We'll get through this."

My breathing slowed. "Thank you. I just never thought my mom could be like that - we're closer than... we're practically friends. She was so glad to have me back, and to throw me out just as fast? I never thought something like this could happen."

Harry placed his hands on my cheeks and kissed my forehead. "You're dealing with this beautifully."

I smiled. "It's probably the time of day  - the reason I'm freaking out like this. I'm far too tired and everything is exaggerated in the night."