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[you_run_i_chase]

A couple of weeks ago, I told people we'd do thanksgiving, but we'd do it as a home-cooking sort of thing. So, people, give me what you want for home cooking and I'll ask the Admiral for it. Simple and easy. From people other places than Earth, we're asking for your stuff too, and as with everything else we'll do our fucking best.

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[most_feared]

I'll get you a drink. [And talk about it if she needs it.]

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[you_run_i_chase]

Thanks.

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[most_feared]

Name when.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Later tonight?

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[most_feared]

Sounds good to me.

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[you_run_i_chase]

Pub or room?

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[most_feared]

Room'll be good.

[Which says how much he's worried about her.]

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[you_run_i_chase]

My room, I'll call you when I'm done.

[And sometime later, Parker is sitting on the window seat in her room, holding a drink and staring out the blank window. She's feeling more than a little lost.]

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[most_feared]

[He shows up with a bottle of Wild Turkey, because whatever. It gets the job done. And he enters hesitantly.]

You know you didn't screw up, right? Sometimes shit doesn't fit.

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[you_run_i_chase]

I keep telling myself that, but I'm having a hard time believing it.

[Parker groaned for a minute, and rubbed her hand over her face.]

I got tired of running into brick walls. Fuck, she's Roman Marble ones.

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[most_feared]

[He comes over and intrusively scoots into the window seat behind her, reaching over her with his arm to offer the bottle. Rarely he gets close to anyone but Jay when he's being hard on himself.]

Better for you both. She probably needs someone more acquainted with her time.

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[you_run_i_chase]

[Parker doesn't expect him to sit behind her, but she keeps the surprise off her face as she reaches for the bottle. She's got her glass, but the rest are over there, and she adds the Wild Turkey to what was already in her glass.]

Three inmates fucking down. Jesus.

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[most_feared]

You had a chance with the other Parker. Wasn't your fault.

What happened? What was the last straw?

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[you_run_i_chase]

I think she was almost fucking done, really. [Parker sighed loudly, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck.]

Almost a year ago now, I think.

I went to talk to her about France, and it was the same thing over and over and over. I'm tired of hitting my head against her. I don't wanna be here forever.

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[most_feared]

You shouldn't be.

It's real damn hard to give two people their lives back at once. If she's not going to let you do it, then she needs someone that can. I would have got just as pissed off.

[He hugs her around her shoulders, and gives her a friendly jostle.]

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[you_run_i_chase]

I did get pissed off. It didn't fucking work. Nothing worked. She actually believed that I believed her about her shit when I didn't.