The low confidential tone is something he understands intimately; fortunately Ingress is so enchanted with Beth and the baby that she's not paying attention to stupid boring grownup talk. Hell, if he was five or whatever, he wouldn't be listening in either. So for now all he does is absorb the information, tucks it away. It's one of those things he can think about or not -- process or not -- in the middle of the night when everyone else is asleep.
When he ought to be asleep.
But hell, not now: the hush-hush part of the conversation is over and the realization is dawning on him that people get back and forth inside the house too by painting and not by doors, and that's... well, shit, it's a hell of a relief. After what happened this summer, he won't miss holding his breath every damn time he reaches for a doorknob or every damn time Beth reaches for a doorknob. The House of Arch is separate from Milliways but tenuously joined, and that alone makes him feel a fuck of a lot better.
And Tom... he's some wizard or something and he does whatever it is that makes the place coexist with Milliways, and that's cool. Shit, he ought to be paying the guy to let them stay there. It's such an opportunity.
"Charms pull you through, huh? That's kind of fun. Hey, Beth." He turns to watch them: his Beth, little Beth, and Ingress who's been through some unspeakable shit but seems normal as anything -- Tom must be doing a good job with her -- and his shoulders relax. If Beth thinks his little magic tricks are good, she's going to fucking love this portrait shit. "You women need anything over there?"
Damn if he doesn't suddenly feel like they're part of this extended family. In all his years here, the only one he's felt that connected to before was Beth. It might be real nice to relax that and let a few more people in.
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Date: 2006-12-20 04:24 am (UTC)When he ought to be asleep.
But hell, not now: the hush-hush part of the conversation is over and the realization is dawning on him that people get back and forth inside the house too by painting and not by doors, and that's... well, shit, it's a hell of a relief. After what happened this summer, he won't miss holding his breath every damn time he reaches for a doorknob or every damn time Beth reaches for a doorknob. The House of Arch is separate from Milliways but tenuously joined, and that alone makes him feel a fuck of a lot better.
And Tom... he's some wizard or something and he does whatever it is that makes the place coexist with Milliways, and that's cool. Shit, he ought to be paying the guy to let them stay there. It's such an opportunity.
"Charms pull you through, huh? That's kind of fun. Hey, Beth." He turns to watch them: his Beth, little Beth, and Ingress who's been through some unspeakable shit but seems normal as anything -- Tom must be doing a good job with her -- and his shoulders relax. If Beth thinks his little magic tricks are good, she's going to fucking love this portrait shit. "You women need anything over there?"
Damn if he doesn't suddenly feel like they're part of this extended family. In all his years here, the only one he's felt that connected to before was Beth. It might be real nice to relax that and let a few more people in.