Paul gestures for the bartender to come hit up Glitch's glass, the guy was already on the way but still. He twists on the barstool to keep his eyes on Glitch while he says what he says.
'Duckling.' Oh yeah he can see that one. Imagine it clear. Paul schools his face to listen, to bite back on asshole comments for once in his life.
Glitch finishes and he takes a breath and a swallow of his drink too, a little-too-ambitious of one but hey.
"It was more I was wondering if I needed to draw up a poly contract," he says in what even he can hear is a really lame attempt at a wisecrack. Chriiist. Deep breath, and Paul studies the bar's ceiling (too clean, his brain notes) a second before he gives a nod.
"Okay. Yeah."
Paul stares at his glass for a moment. "At the risk of turning this into maudlin fucking o'clock-- I'm-- sort of in the habit of expecting people to pick their family over me. It's an Otherside thing, and a bullshit thing, and it's not your problem, it's mine, but... I'll deal with it. Like an ostensible grownup. Thanks for indulging the paranoia."
Paul puffs his cheeks up with air, then lets it out.
"He's lucky to have family like you."
It should be, and DG, but DG is gone, gone, DG's gone and Glitch got left and he has to start over again and again, that's what Paul's gathered is the sum of Glitch's life and what do you even say to that? Hey, sorry shit sucks for your partially lobotomized self?
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Paul gestures for the bartender to come hit up Glitch's glass, the guy was already on the way but still. He twists on the barstool to keep his eyes on Glitch while he says what he says.
'Duckling.' Oh yeah he can see that one. Imagine it clear. Paul schools his face to listen, to bite back on asshole comments for once in his life.
Glitch finishes and he takes a breath and a swallow of his drink too, a little-too-ambitious of one but hey.
"It was more I was wondering if I needed to draw up a poly contract," he says in what even he can hear is a really lame attempt at a wisecrack. Chriiist. Deep breath, and Paul studies the bar's ceiling (too clean, his brain notes) a second before he gives a nod.
"Okay. Yeah."
Paul stares at his glass for a moment. "At the risk of turning this into maudlin fucking o'clock-- I'm-- sort of in the habit of expecting people to pick their family over me. It's an Otherside thing, and a bullshit thing, and it's not your problem, it's mine, but... I'll deal with it. Like an ostensible grownup. Thanks for indulging the paranoia."
Paul puffs his cheeks up with air, then lets it out.
"He's lucky to have family like you."
It should be, and DG, but DG is gone, gone, DG's gone and Glitch got left and he has to start over again and again, that's what Paul's gathered is the sum of Glitch's life and what do you even say to that? Hey, sorry shit sucks for your partially lobotomized self?
Man, fuck Taxon and its enforced perspective.