Just when he was starting to wonder if maybe the couch was one of those sleeper sofas, Beth nods to this portrait of a bedroom. "Hey. Look." The picture isn't anything special -- just a bedroom -- and he wonders if that's what theirs will look like. If so, that's cool; they can set up the swing for Beth Junior in there.
But he's jumping to conclusions. "Think that'll take us there?" His hand is still in Beth's and again, he nods to her to go ahead, test it out. Maybe it's just a picture of a bedroom, after all.
But it isn't; when she touches it they're displaced in time and space for a fraction and when the feeling stops, Beth Junior is smiling and babbling and laughing up a little storm: seems she likes traveling that way. He follows her gaze to see what's got her so excited and it's Beth, she's looking at Beth and laughing and smiling and talking a million miles an hour and that... well, it makes him laugh, and he lets go of Beth's hand and offers the baby to her.
"Someone wants her mom. But first..." There's no way in hell he can resist kissing that smile on her face, and then he kisses the top of Beth Junior's head, and then he hands over the baby.
And takes a good look around: this is a big room. There's a bed and a bureau and a closet and the first door he's seen on the other side; a quick investigation reveals a bathroom complete with a big claw-foot tub and shower attachment, toilet, double sink. It's one of the nicest bathrooms he's ever seen, and it has a window up high that lets in sunlight while keeping it private, and the doorknob's made of crystal and there's something about this door that feels different from the ones in the bar and it's then he knows for sure: these rooms aren't part of Milliways. They're not part of it at all, and if they're not part of it, then he doesn't have to worry about any doors at this place because... they're separate. Separate, not under some nebulous Landlord's control and that fills him with an unimaginable relief.
Quickly, he registers the surroundings but they'll merit more investigation after the initial whoa, shit wears off: nice big bed, a couple easy chairs, a little table, and an archway into another room. Just like Beth did to him in their living room, he tugs at her sleeve until she follows him.
He hasn't even felt the need to take out his gun yet and that... might be a first. Damn if the place doesn't feel safe.
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But he's jumping to conclusions. "Think that'll take us there?" His hand is still in Beth's and again, he nods to her to go ahead, test it out. Maybe it's just a picture of a bedroom, after all.
But it isn't; when she touches it they're displaced in time and space for a fraction and when the feeling stops, Beth Junior is smiling and babbling and laughing up a little storm: seems she likes traveling that way. He follows her gaze to see what's got her so excited and it's Beth, she's looking at Beth and laughing and smiling and talking a million miles an hour and that... well, it makes him laugh, and he lets go of Beth's hand and offers the baby to her.
"Someone wants her mom. But first..." There's no way in hell he can resist kissing that smile on her face, and then he kisses the top of Beth Junior's head, and then he hands over the baby.
And takes a good look around: this is a big room. There's a bed and a bureau and a closet and the first door he's seen on the other side; a quick investigation reveals a bathroom complete with a big claw-foot tub and shower attachment, toilet, double sink. It's one of the nicest bathrooms he's ever seen, and it has a window up high that lets in sunlight while keeping it private, and the doorknob's made of crystal and there's something about this door that feels different from the ones in the bar and it's then he knows for sure: these rooms aren't part of Milliways. They're not part of it at all, and if they're not part of it, then he doesn't have to worry about any doors at this place because... they're separate. Separate, not under some nebulous Landlord's control and that fills him with an unimaginable relief.
Quickly, he registers the surroundings but they'll merit more investigation after the initial whoa, shit wears off: nice big bed, a couple easy chairs, a little table, and an archway into another room. Just like Beth did to him in their living room, he tugs at her sleeve until she follows him.
He hasn't even felt the need to take out his gun yet and that... might be a first. Damn if the place doesn't feel safe.