BLU's Happy Place

[bye_to_yer_head]

Who: BLU Sniper bye_to_yer_head and YOU!
Where: Welcome t' Australia mate! And you didn't even have to get up.
Rating: PG at the most. (shockingly)
Summary: BLU may be a miserable alcoholic, but somewhere, locked away in his mind, is something far, far better. The man he used to be.

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[hasstandards]

The glint of silver in the light caught RED's eye- he sent a glance toward BLU's hands, watching him fiddle with his ring a moment, then turned away again

[hasstandards]

Pushing his glasses into place, RED smiled- lightly, but genuinely. "Yeah. I s'ppose it's not."

He wasn't used to that either... but he was getting there.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Now yer gettin' it." He grinned easily, still in the mindset of a BLU of 10 years ago. "Try t' think of some of the positives mate."

[hasstandards]

"Hm." His hand ran to the back of his neck again, then to his hood. He felt irritation still at the ears he knew were there, but- "She did care enough to visit me in the hospital. Every day, almost."

It had been an annoyance then, but was something he grew to expect- miss, even, on those days where he watched out the window and wondered when she'd be in.

What else was there? "And she cooks. Knows just how I like my coffee." She paid attention to those minute details, committed them to memory.

It was a sign of just how much she cared for him, how well she knew him inside and out. Though there were still secrets between them, things they hadn't expressed or explained, tales they hadn't told one another, she trusted him and he trusted her on a level that went beyond words- it was one that could never be with anyone else, as far as RED was concerned. He wanted all of her, her flaws making her perfect in his eyes.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Now yer gettin' it." The BLU relaxed back against the tree, knife flicking out on occasion as he worked on his carving. He was silent while the RED sorted out his thoughts. He could sense that this was a tough thing for his rival, and with good reason. Getting involved with a teammate.. especially someone that you'd have to see die, and occasionally let die just to do your job. Because protecting Pyro wasn't the job, protecting the point was.

"Havin' someone make you coffee is one 'f life's little pleasures." BLU smiled, while he didn't quite have that anymore, he did have a coffee machine that did it automatically for him every morning. And that was good enough.

[hasstandards]

"Right." Of course, with all those good thoughts came a cry from his pessimistic nature, the side that reminded him that loss was coming. It was a beast over which he had no control, one that loomed in the distance, sometimes much closer than he thought.

His expression fell, that smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. "I don't think either of those things is gonna make it worth it, though. Coffee and cookin'. Not when this ends badly."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I dunno how you got it in yer head that it's gonna end badly. How do ya know? Ya only been at this fer a couple 'f months."

[hasstandards]

"We can't keep this up, mate. Especially if one or both of us end up goin' back."

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"I see yer point, but I still think yer worrying too much about it." He couldn't imagine being in a place where either he or someone he cared about could suddenly vanish, especially with the kind of relationship that RED and Pyro seemed to have.

"What's she say when ya bring it up?"

[hasstandards]

"We don't talk about it much," RED said, running his hand through his hair again. "She doesn't take people leavin' all that well." And he already knew the depths to which he could sink without her.

"I don't even know what happens when ya go back. If you remember this place or not." He didn't look particularly happy about the prospect of forgetting all he'd gained in Paradise entirely; however, the thought they might remember, but could no longer have their relationship and keep their jobs, settled no better with him.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Th' bloke that runs th' radio station went home and came back, said he didn't remember none of it when he got home. Don't know how I feel 'bout that."

He tucked the carving into his shirt pocket, doffing his hat so he could run both hands through his hair. "So ya really should make th' most of it while ya can. In case it all ends."

[hasstandards]

RED's eyes followed the bird as it was tucked away. Making the most of it while he could- as much as a part of him still fought the notion of pursuing anything with Pyro at all, he knew BLU was right, being the one with the experience. It was apparent that whatever he'd had was gone; the man sitting before him, while still the same person, had been changed by the losses he'd suffered. As much as RED could see himself in his rival at times, he did not want to be the broken man he'd seen on the communicator. He'd been there once already, and it was an experience he hoped to never repeat

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Aces mate. It's all worth it." He stood up, putting his hat back on and reeling in his empty fishing line. Gathering the few fish he had caught in a bucket he turned towards the truck. "I know it ain't real but..." His smile was bittersweet as he glanced back at RED before walking away towards the truck. "Can't blame me fer wantin' it t' be."

[hasstandards]

RED said nothing, his only response returning that smile to his rival. He tried to keep his nose out of BLU's private life, but what little he did know of it spoke volumes: there had been better times for him. Who could blame him for wanting them back? Not RED, certainly. He'd been fighting since his arrival in Paradise to return to the times he preferred, back where he had his job and hardly a worry in the world, save for what a disappointment he was to his parents.

Of course, there was no going back sometimes- not with Pyro and himself, and not with BLU and the life he'd once had. All they could do was keep moving and adapt to the world as it moved around them. It was easier said than done, but if BLU could manage, then so could he.