Wait. No rent in exchange for keeping neat and protecting the place? Shit, he can do that in his sleep with his hands tied behind his back. Flashing Beth a look of complete surprise, he scratches his chin, then his head through that mop of hair. When he first got here he talked with that guy Tim about working security for the bar; it seemed like a good fit but Tim never got back to him and the more time passed, the less he felt like having some official job. Especially when he and Beth were traipsing around the solar system like they owned the place: it would have cramped their style.
But that was before Junior came along and now nothing sounds as good to him as a safe place that he can help protect. A whole host of questions come to mind: how many people live there, and how does it work, and what the hell does the rooms float about the underside mean, and what's it like inside.
And then there are the conditions Door laid out: no going into London Below, which is fine with him since he doesn't even know what London Below is, and no guests without permission. Hell, they've still got the whole bar if they want to socialize and he knows from watching Snow that she could come and go as much as she wanted through that painting. And that Bigby smoked so that's okay there, too.
Still, he's not going to speak for Beth on this one. While he's pretty damn sure safety's their mutual first concern, he won't put words into her mouth. Hell no: she's more than capable of coming up with her own.
"Beth?" His arm tightens just a little bit around her waist.
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Wait. No rent in exchange for keeping neat and protecting the place? Shit, he can do that in his sleep with his hands tied behind his back. Flashing Beth a look of complete surprise, he scratches his chin, then his head through that mop of hair. When he first got here he talked with that guy Tim about working security for the bar; it seemed like a good fit but Tim never got back to him and the more time passed, the less he felt like having some official job. Especially when he and Beth were traipsing around the solar system like they owned the place: it would have cramped their style.
But that was before Junior came along and now nothing sounds as good to him as a safe place that he can help protect. A whole host of questions come to mind: how many people live there, and how does it work, and what the hell does the rooms float about the underside mean, and what's it like inside.
And then there are the conditions Door laid out: no going into London Below, which is fine with him since he doesn't even know what London Below is, and no guests without permission. Hell, they've still got the whole bar if they want to socialize and he knows from watching Snow that she could come and go as much as she wanted through that painting. And that Bigby smoked so that's okay there, too.
Still, he's not going to speak for Beth on this one. While he's pretty damn sure safety's their mutual first concern, he won't put words into her mouth. Hell no: she's more than capable of coming up with her own.
"Beth?" His arm tightens just a little bit around her waist.