he glances her way and snorts softly. maybe she has a point and maybe this little rendezvous will bite them in the ass again later.
hell if he knows.
but.. he's here and willing to try. for himself, for her.
"maybe you're right. maybe. slight maybe. i'll let you have this."
She knows they canโt fix whatโs broken.
But the foundations seem to be there.
โMaybe we should,โ she hums, sitting with her drink, legs crossed. โYou need it. A night away from thisโjust to take your mind off of it for a while.โ
โ he accepts it happily, that drink and then just hums a little in agreement.
"maybe someday. maybe.
i hope. it probably sounds stupid but since we're being sentimental, even now, i still miss you. sometimes.
going to the bar and all that. dancing while drunk."
always bold and fearless indeed.
it brings a small smile to his face to see her like that really.
confident, like she belongs here even if this is his space.
she remembers the little things too. like how he likes his drinks.โ
When he looks up, she is looking directly at him.
Always the bold one. Always fearless, even in the face of final death.
โI need a drink.โ
Up she stands, wandering to where she knows he keeps the good stuff, pulling two glasses.
Itโs not an interruption.
She pours two >
when he glances up and sees her face lacking that usual smile, he feels his shoulders tense more than he ever thought they would.
his gaze flits down to the ground for a moment.
"i know you don't hate all of us. i know you'll fight for what's yours."โ
Itโs just a reminder of how broken they are, and how broken the entire system of existence is.
โIโve learned a thing or two recently. Iโve seen what youโve built with your two compatriots. I even l i k e one of them.
Make no mistakeโI will fight tooth and nail for whatโs mine.>
โ but what could he even say to that last bit? what could he possibly say to that?
for a moment, he stays silent, thinks. what can he say..
"i respected you too, back then. even now, i guess. just differently. christ, this is hard. i'm not good at this stuff even.. โ
"i.. actually kind of figured. or well, i'm not entirely surprised by this anymore. let's put it like that."
for some reason, hearing how she had to live does tug at his stupid little heart strings a little. how fucking sad is that?
"i'm sorry things were like that back then.โ
"I never asked you w h y."
He wasn't wrong. She didn't. She'd assumed it was for all the wrong reasons because
well
that's just what men did to women like her in New Orleans. Its why she'd become a man to begin with.
"In New Orleans, I was the talk of the town- but only >
โ that they left such a mark on you even in death. 's gotta suck ass."
it's sad. that they're having this talk now, isn't it? he feels a little sad about it. this could have spared them both quite a bit. more than he'd like to admit, really.โ
".. you never asked me why."
he deadpans silently before shrugging.
"i'm many things, y'know. but someone who steals from a partner? i don't think i'm that.
i wouldn't have. not with you." he doesn't do it with those other two idiots either but still.โ
W h y?
Why complicate things n o w?
/Why did she bother asking?/ She had been perfectly happy to believe that he had done it to take credit for her work, only to find out now that had been a grievous untruth.
"I said no because I thought you were going to use my work and then>
โ "doesn't matter much now, does it? after all that happened." his hands are shoved into his pockets just to keep from fidgeting.
"those times.. they're gone, right? you made that clear enough that last fight. 's why i haven't shown up as much.โ
โ he doesn't have one. not really. not one that is entirely his own. he never had it in life, why start now, right?
" 's fine. i've gotten over it now. i get it. it is what it is. the past is the past. i've chosen to let it die and rest there, i guess."
he's silent for a moment, glancing her way and averting his eyes.
the noncommittal shrug comes first before he sighs and nods slowly. if they're.. going to discuss that, he might as well be honest about it.
".. yes. i figured.. if you were there maybe it would be.. different?"โ
That was a lot more perspective than she'd anticipated.
It made him as much a product of the life and times he found himself in as she had been-everything they did in death
they did because they were conditioned to in life. Survival, but at a cost.
She gave up her womanhood >
โ different. not as it was now. with two hours of sleep at best if he gets any at all and going stir crazy if he as much as has an afternoon off.
as much as he is proud of what he built, her reminding him of what he lost in the process kind of stings.
a life.. โ
โ it was the only way to get anywhere in life when i was alive. it was drilled into me. now there's not much else, sad isn't it?
but hey, it's been this long, no use trying to fix what's working for me now when all that would do is leave me antsy and bored.
-he's quiet for a moment, thoughtful.-
see.. the thing is, and i guess that's the difference.. without this? i go crazy. crazier than i already am.
i can't just.. sit and do nothing. i hate it. i have to do something. i'm a workaholic, through and through.โ
Oh V o x~
I don't /want/ to run a company.
I don't want /your life at all./
I am not envious or jealous of the fact that you have to sit here at 3am
doing p a p e r w o r k.
Where is the f u n? Where is the entertainment?
I'm sure having l o a d s of money was always a >
โ i've always been like this except.. when i was glued to your ass like flies on honey.. ? i guess?
-a little shrug follows, head turning to stare at vee tower in the distance.-
i think if i let anyone else do my work, i would explode. i don't know how to.. NOT be this way.โ