[visual]/[location: the new found out] stranger than fiction

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Fitz had come to accept the fact that Annie was gone. He was still working on wrapping his brain around the fact that this made him a business owner.

Responsibility and Fitz were things which did not get along, usually. He was the sidekick, the backup, the absolute last resort, the "I suppose he'll do in a pinch" guy, nothing more and nothing less. Not that he'd ever admit as much because that would be painfully uncool.

Unfortunately for him this was a very special day, and "cool" had very much left the building.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with a pub?" he asked his tablet (and, of course, the viewing public). "I'm not cut out to run this place."

ooc: Truth glitch get!

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[Location: the New Found Out]

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Fitz tensed at Drusilla's voice, but turned to face her nonetheless. He folded his arms and raised his chin, but all bravado vanished when he spoke.

"Because I'm a loser and I always have been," he said, then frowned. "No, I mean that...that...I--" Any attempt at dissembling from the initial statement was met with a twitch, an inability to speak.

[Location: the New Found Out]

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Oh, dear heart! Did he really believe that? She reached out a hand to touch his cheek - as she'd comforted Spike or the Slayer or Morgana in a hundred different lifetimes - but dropped it back to her side before touching him. He wouldn't like that.

"You were strong enough to fight the Master." Not physically, no, but inside. Where it counted. "You were strong enough to travel through the stars with a Lord of Time."

It was clear that Drusilla was, in a vague and disjointed manner, attempting to help.

[Location: the New Found Out]

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Forgive Fitz for finding her attempts to be...disconcerting, to say the least. He stepped back at her approach but didn't run. She couldn't hurt him, all she could do was be incredibly creepy. Sort of like Compassion, in a way.

"That was just survival," he said with a shrug. "'Not dying' is easy, muddling through society's expectations is the tricky bit."

[Location: the New Found Out]

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"Society changes," said Drusilla, with the dismissive air of someone who had lived through one century and intended to live through a good many more. She'd seen styles slip in and out of fashion and manners meander as people tried to work out what was right and wrong. They'd never make a solid decision. "Life is always the same."