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One person makes a kindergarten crack....

Yeah, I know, a shit teacher. [Actually, she wasn't but that's beside the point.]

[Private to Paddy]

Where are you?

[Private to Parker]

Let's go for a walk.

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In my room. Having a drink.

You want company and scotch?

I'd love both. I really would.

[Parker hadn't bothered to answer back, she'd just shown up at his door holding the bottle of scotch after she'd talk to Uhura and cleared the air a bit with her.]

[Paddy answered the door, already into his beer quite a bit, and not really wanting to think about the fact he'd just let her go. Sometimes, sometimes, you had to let people go. That was the hard thing.]

[Parker was bad with emotions, and she was really fucking bad about letting people go, but she was determined to try for Paddy. One hand moved to his chest and she held up the scotch.]

I'm sorry, Paddy-cakes.

[He looked at the bottle for a moment, then ignored it and hugged her tightly instead. He replied, a little quietly and distantly, as he was forcing logic over his emotions right now,] 'Salright. She wanted to go. She wasn't yoinked off into the middle of nowhere, and I don't feel... abandoned or owt. Sometimes, you just gotta let people go, because making them stay'll just make things worse.

[How tightly he was holding her gave away how much he didn't really feel like that right now.]

[When he hugged her tightly, she hugged him back just as tight. It was a testament to how far that she'd come that there was no struggling or wiggling or wanting to get away from the simple contact that was a hug. For a long moment, she didn't say anything to that.]

[He just ran his hand down her back and paused to feel much more at ease with the entire situation. As much as he could. He breathed in heavily and pulled away a little,] Just... you're not allowed to leave on me, Parker, kay?

I'm not going anywhere. You're fucking stuck with me, Paddy-cakes.

[Parker put her hands against his face and stroked his beard.]

Don't worry, I'm here.

[He smiled at her a little and gave her his best manly, I'm okay, nod.]

Couldn't get fucking rid of you if I tried, could i?

Hell no you couldn't. I'm fucking glued here or something.

[Parker touched his hip quickly, and then moved her hand back to his hair.]

And you're gonna be just fucking fine.

I approve of this glue, and would like to get a massive case of this shit.

[He ran his hand down her arm and nodded,] I will be. It'll be fine.

Well, we're going to have to whip up a giant fucking batch of the shit in the kitchen, aren't we? And you're gonna do better than fine.

This glue better be a food based meta-fucking-phor. Because otherwise that's just weird.

[Parker lightly smacked his arm and laughed.]

It's all a fucking metaphor, Paddy-cakes.

[He grinned at her just a little,]

It's all a fucking metaphor and nothing's real. Fucking existential like that, ain't it?

Shut the fuck up, Paddy.

[Parker grinned at him, and then tapped her fingers against his cheek.]

I'm not drunk enough to philosophize.

[Paddy looked down for a minute, as he still had the bottle of scotch in his free hand,] Oh yeah, there's this. You know, I'd nearly forgotten. I blame you. Distracting me like that.

Yeah, it's definitely all my fault.

[Parker grinned at him for a moment, and then looked around.]

Is it car seat time?

[He grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the car seat,]

As long as you promise to do bad thing to me on the car seat later...

Walk where?

CES.

Alright.

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