[OOM: Out by the Lake, just below where one would climb to the roof.]
*The rain has let up enough for Raph to do some additional tinkering on his bike out back. Sure, he could easily be doing this inside, but since his tent fried forcing him to move back into the bar proper, he take any opportunity to be outside that he can.
It's not claustrophobia. It's just...being outdoorsy. Yeah, that's it.*
It's not claustrophobia. It's just...being outdoorsy. Yeah, that's it.*
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*Raph looks up at the simulated Scottish sky.*
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For a moment she shuffles awkwardly, scratching her head.
"Um. Bernard told me what you said."
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oh.
*A beat.*
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*Raph hazards a glance up at her.*
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Why would I think less o' you for that?
*Because in Raph's mind, Bernard is going to stop interfering.*
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She shrugs, looking uncomfortable again.
"I dunno."
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*Something about this conversation bothers Raph. He's not sure what...but there's clearly something there that shouldn't be.*
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*Other people's problems are so much easier to solve.*
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...
Can he do that?
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No, I don't understand.
*And you know, he doesn't sound sorry about it either.*
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Where was Raph....waiting for Death.
Milliways or not, somethings never change.*
Where does he get off makin' that choice?
*He looks back.*
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The witch is standing up straight, now, and takes a step closer to Raph. Her eyes are suspiciously bright.
"What, you think I don't hate this? You think I want him out there? Fuck no. I want him here, with our daughter and our son, making sure that there's an outside chance they'll still have two parents at the end of all this shit. If it ever has an end."
A tear slips down her cheek, and she brushes it away impatiently.
"I don't want it to be like this, but he is my husband and I have to be there when he needs me."
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...what about the kids?
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She sags again, her expression almost pleading.
"What else would you have me do?"
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*He sighs*
I ain't askin' to judge. I'm askin'cause I wanna know. What're are you going to do with the kids?
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