"What's the point? I'm not asking because I don't want to - I totally do - but why aren't you spiraling into despair? You graduate me, I go back, and I disappear from existence. End of story! Nothing that's matter matters!"
"Who says you have to go back? Why would you have to do that? Look, you graduate and when I'm done here, you can come with me. Or you can go with Rhys. Or go with Rose. Or shop up a new world you like, and we set you up there."
"Yes. And you should think carefully about whether you want to wait for that, because after you're done, I might need another deal, and I might want to stay for a while anyway, because best case scenario... I'd like not to be locked in to staying with my people."
She hasn't really said this to anyone so explicitly before and pauses.
"And after I am done here, I feel I owe my people at least some of my time. Five years, at least. I'll be changing everything for them... I want to help them settle to that. But I never thought of this as a low-commitment relationship."
"Yeah. You sure did, and luckily it didn't catch, and I've had worse."
She stares at him with narrow eye.
"Let me make it clear: I have limited tolerance for that shit. Don't do that again. But I am prepared to forgive you for that, because you are still working things out."
"Okay, but like. What's your deal, kid? Because you're giving me this weird hope spot and if I know me, I know you'll get tired of my shit and will leave for good."
Oh... okay. It's a really serious question. Hange settles down.
"Alright. There's stuff I've been letting slide, like I said, because you're an inmate and figuring things out. That said... stop making fun of me for being sad about my dead friends. Whether they're in the afterlife or not, they mean a lot to me. It's for them I'm still continuing, and because I still want to learn more.
You could hurt people I care about, and that would probably destroy our relationship. You could repeatedly hurt me. Eventually I wouldn't want to be around you anymore.
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"You'd let me come with you?"
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She hasn't really said this to anyone so explicitly before and pauses.
"And after I am done here, I feel I owe my people at least some of my time. Five years, at least. I'll be changing everything for them... I want to help them settle to that. But I never thought of this as a low-commitment relationship."
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"But I set you on fire."
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She stares at him with narrow eye.
"Let me make it clear: I have limited tolerance for that shit. Don't do that again. But I am prepared to forgive you for that, because you are still working things out."
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"Okay, but like. What's your deal, kid? Because you're giving me this weird hope spot and if I know me, I know you'll get tired of my shit and will leave for good."
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Heh heh. Heeeh heh heh.
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"Leave the jokes to me, Hange."
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"Alright. There's stuff I've been letting slide, like I said, because you're an inmate and figuring things out. That said... stop making fun of me for being sad about my dead friends. Whether they're in the afterlife or not, they mean a lot to me. It's for them I'm still continuing, and because I still want to learn more.
You could hurt people I care about, and that would probably destroy our relationship. You could repeatedly hurt me. Eventually I wouldn't want to be around you anymore.
I don't want those things to happen."
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"Okay now that you've told me all that? I have to deal with this compulsion to do it all the time."
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"Well, you better figure out something to deal with that that isn't doing it, because enough of it would destroy our relationship.
And I'm willing to help you do that, but fuck, not right this second."
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"Great. Okay. Keep it together, BJ. Don't make fun of dead people. Fuck! That's my whole schtick!"
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"Can we go watch a stupid movie with Bill now and you make fun of that?"
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"That would be wonderful." He sobs into her neck.
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Hange puts one arm around him. With the other she sends a quick text.
"There, there."
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He's a loud crier.
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THIS IS AGONY but she's willing to endure it. For Betelgeuse. He better appreciate this someday.
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Eventually he calms down, and rubs his eyes on her collar before peering at her communicator, giving a quiet chuckle.
"Oliver Stone, huh? Can't say he doesn't have a type."
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"You ready to head over? He says," she checks, "He'll bring 'Chex mix'."
Please god say yes and let them get out of here.
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"I am here for Bill's terrible choice in conspiracy movies."
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"Is that what it is? I should have known."
She's totally down to watch a conspiracy movie though lol
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thread movie or handwave
per discussion, handwaving away!
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