That’s the gag, baby.
Point is, your world, apparently, ain’t mine. And that’s aaall I’m ready to deal with right now so why don’t we save the what if’s for when I’m feeling a little more open.
God knows. Someone to talk to? He’s not even aaall that talkative with his fiancee. But he doesn’t tell me to leave him alone, so maaaybe he sees some worth in me. Or an early way out of his situation.
Hell, I’d give it to him anyway if I had that kind of power.
Of course, people tend to do that with officers in positions of power who abused that power last time through.
You killed him, sweetheart. You can’t make that right.
Obviously. I wonder if that changes anythin’ but at the same time I don’t care. Since it clearly worked out, one way or another.
You think of your blood pressure, I’ll do the snooping.
Just roll with it! It’s all uncharted territory. The moment I try to imagine my lady raising a kid is the moment some poor galaxy out there implodes to compensate. That Lynne’s up for a lively childhood alright. Ha ha ha!
I believe the proper social cue is ‘pat, pat, pat’. Better now?
Neeever screamed at me, baby. I was expecting it, prepared for it even. But he just stands there, painting and putting up with the conversation. Even responds to it, most of the time.
And I leave when he tells me to. For now, he hasn’t. I don’t understand it either, but the general gist I’m getting so far is that there’s a lot that I’m missing here.
So no, you don’t know ‘my Yomiel’, but neither do I. The way you’re talking sounds like I should go and question him again.
But it’s fine, you cleeearly know best, after all. I’ll lay off for a while. But caaan’t help it if work requires I go down to the cells and walk past him.
I had years to learn best, cleeearly - unlike your lot, I wasn’t born perfect. What’d I know, my Yomiel died that day and now he’s never met us. But I call one of those hanging around here friend. In a way.
…that’s all very nice. Questioning, especially. Lovely wording.
So tell me, what’s in it for him?
If you know me so well, then you know exactly whose.
And yeah, I’m pretty selfish for it. Part of me doesn’t want to look him in the eye, or shades, or whatever, because of what he did to Lynne but in the end that was my fault too.
What would you have me do? Walk away like it wasn’t my problem? Because I triiied that, baby.
It sure isn’t his and there’s two of you in there, unless a ghost cat’s peeping! The math is easy.
Your Yomiel may be different and I can’t claim I know mine - my story’s got odd patches and I’m not sharing without some comfort chicken. What I can tell you is that over and over again, I’ve seen them scream to be left alone and suffer for your presence. I say walk away like it’s your burden, you of all people can’t help his demons. Your presence might be doing nothing but making him relive the worst he has ever been. And believe me, pointing a gun at Lynne was just the beginning. You may not remember, but if my assumptions are correct, he does. Every moment of it.
Glad to hear it
Ah! I have seen Lynne quite a bit. Since Temsik she’s been loitering around near the station and chatting to officers. She already knows my routes and will pop up to ask questions. Dear little thing. Still wears that badge with great pride.
Oh, you know Cabanelas. A drama isn’t enough, it needs to be ten times noisier and sparklier. And often i find myself schooping him off my doorstep rocking a vicious fever or sending Sissel out to save him or his new friends. I keeps things interesting.
She’ll keep wearing it! The gods know what she finds in that thing. But we’ve got to keep on being a good example for her, at least.
I can’t say I’m surprised. My lady tends to be less… high maintenance, if you will. I often feel like I’m the one weighing on her. But I can relate to the general sentiment.
well you go chica
though i shouldnt be surprised youre aiming high
I have to, considering I have a bona fide Bond girl right at my side. As in, James Bond as a girl.
Can’t lag behind!