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On the Bebop, Day 2
Mar. 21st, 2005 02:05 pmThere's still something strange about it here when it's so empty, but hell, I'm not going to look this opportunity in the mouth and check it for cavities. And so instead I look at Beth and she's sleeping peacefully. She looks happy: doesn't even have that usual little crease in her forehead.
Beth.
Beth.
I'm not naive enough to believe that things don't happen for a reason, that it's all just there for the taking. When I first got to the bar I had no fucking idea where I was or what was going on and I sure as shit never expected anything like this to happen. When I get real pragmatic, I ask myself what purpose I serve being there but then again maybe it's just all a crapshoot and that's where I ended up. And maybe I get to stay there, or maybe I get to come back and reunite with Jet. And Faye, whatever. So long as it gets to be with you, Slim.
Love is a weird frame of mind for me. I'm not complaining, not at all. It's just different. Something to get used to. Something to take for a ride and savor, and that's not a luxury I've run up against very often. Once before, that's all, and this is better. It's different. It's... well, it's mutual.
Damn, Spike. It's mutual. What the hell do you know.
Love you, Beth. A whole lot more than you know.
Today, I'll do my best to play scientist and get some blood, see what the computer has to say about your blood makeup. And compare it to mine, and see if we can figure out if there's anything unusual there. Besides the nanobots and all the other shit we already know is there. The computer should be able to compare mine to an earlier sample anyhow... if it's still there.
But for now, I'm content to just watch the rise and fall of your chest with each breath,
the gentle flicker of your eyelids, caught in some dream or other,
the tiny smile at the edges of your lips,
and know the heat of your passion.
Beth.
Beth.
I'm not naive enough to believe that things don't happen for a reason, that it's all just there for the taking. When I first got to the bar I had no fucking idea where I was or what was going on and I sure as shit never expected anything like this to happen. When I get real pragmatic, I ask myself what purpose I serve being there but then again maybe it's just all a crapshoot and that's where I ended up. And maybe I get to stay there, or maybe I get to come back and reunite with Jet. And Faye, whatever. So long as it gets to be with you, Slim.
Love is a weird frame of mind for me. I'm not complaining, not at all. It's just different. Something to get used to. Something to take for a ride and savor, and that's not a luxury I've run up against very often. Once before, that's all, and this is better. It's different. It's... well, it's mutual.
Damn, Spike. It's mutual. What the hell do you know.
Love you, Beth. A whole lot more than you know.
Today, I'll do my best to play scientist and get some blood, see what the computer has to say about your blood makeup. And compare it to mine, and see if we can figure out if there's anything unusual there. Besides the nanobots and all the other shit we already know is there. The computer should be able to compare mine to an earlier sample anyhow... if it's still there.
But for now, I'm content to just watch the rise and fall of your chest with each breath,
the gentle flicker of your eyelids, caught in some dream or other,
the tiny smile at the edges of your lips,
and know the heat of your passion.
