Date: 2008-07-28 11:46 pm (UTC)
not_that_spike: (remembering on mars)
"Let's go with Beth, Junior. We don't need to stand here in a closet and smoke. No point in turning the place into a chimney." He looks down at little Beth in his arms and his heart just fucking melts: she's such a little sweetheart. Yeah, whatever it takes to stay part of things with her. If it means giving up what's behind that closet door... well, he already made that decision a while ago and he might have a few regrets, but they're only little and insignificant ones. He's already asked and answered the bigger questions for himself: hell, he thought he was dead when he first got to the bar anyway, but time's proved differently and he's glad about that.

Following Beth back into the living room is one of the easier decisions he's ever made, and he kicks that closet door closed behind them.

"No smoking for you, Beth Junior." There are wooden chairs here; he takes a seat on one of those and watches Beth move so seamlessly around the place. He can see them here -- if it's what she wants.

"You know, Slim, if you'd rather find a place in the city..."

Yeah, he knows, it means living in that cloak again. But if that's what it takes... not that he's entirely selfless, but out here he doesn't have much of a choice, does he. The word on the street is that Yorick was able to wander around Paris relatively unmolested after the Israeli army went home, so there's no reason he can't do the same thing.

Even if he would make the ugliest girl in Paris... and he takes a little bit of comfort in that fact, too.
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