[Parker offered him one of the cigarettes, and she took a deep breath quickly, feeling it mix with the smoke in her lungs. She narrowed her eyes a bit at him, because god damn it.] You're supposed to be on my fucking side, Paddy.
[Quickly Parker rose to her feet and she started pacing back and forth, her steps are sharp and forced and she lit a second cigarette off her first one, before she dropped the spent butt into a glass of water.]
If I let this go, she's going to think she can keep doing it.
[Paddy paused and took the cigarette, lighting it, despite everything. One wouldn't do any harm. It wasn't like the other drugs. This was just a casual thing, both ways.]
Then let me fucking give her a piece of my mind. Don't go taking it out on her for yourself. It'll just make it worse.
Yeah, and what fucking happens if she decides that I can't fucking see you anymore because she's a fucking bitch about it? Remember the whole thing with fucking having Uhura letting me into the god damn pub? She fucking lost it because she thought she was fucking interfering.
[Parker kept pacing, visibly upset at the idea. She was smoking too fast and she knew it, but she didn't care.]
I want a new fucking warden, Paddy. That's all I fucking want. If she does something like this again. [Parker paused and took a deep breath, looking a bit forlornly at him.]
Fuck this up how, Paddy? What the fuck have I got going here? This crazy bitch who tries to disturb the one thing I've always known? [Damn it, she was getting choked up. She didn't want to get fucking choked up.]
My father is a bastard, Paddy, I fucking know that. But everything he did. [There was a little whimpering tone in her voice.] Was so that I didn't end up dead like my mother.
[He... didn't quite know what to do for a minute, but in the wned, he just reached over and gave her another hug,] I fucking... they've got some fucked up reasons, but I fucking know that.
[This time, she did let him hug her, but only because it was Paddy, and she even leaned into it. She was shivering, and she was remembering things she didn't want to. She remembered being in her father's office when he told her that her mother had killed herself, she remembered Brigitte and the times that she had attempted to murder her father, and she remembered... She didn't want to remember that.]
[Paddy didn't let go of her, because he really thought she needed it right now.] It's not a problem, really. I... [He gave her a slight smile and held her just a bit tighter when she shivered,] I'm just fucking sorry.
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[Quickly Parker rose to her feet and she started pacing back and forth, her steps are sharp and forced and she lit a second cigarette off her first one, before she dropped the spent butt into a glass of water.]
If I let this go, she's going to think she can keep doing it.
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Then let me fucking give her a piece of my mind. Don't go taking it out on her for yourself. It'll just make it worse.
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[Parker kept pacing, visibly upset at the idea. She was smoking too fast and she knew it, but she didn't care.]
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If you fucking take it out on her, then you'll get in zero, then you get fuck all, Parker.
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I don't think I can do this.
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Look, I'll fucking give her a piece of my mind. Just don't fuck this up for yourself.
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My father is a bastard, Paddy, I fucking know that. But everything he did. [There was a little whimpering tone in her voice.] Was so that I didn't end up dead like my mother.
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I'm fucking sorry some people don't get it.
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Thank you. Paddy...
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