Homeless... for the first time in three years.

[emptynight]

Oh stop moping, sweetheart.

I couldn't be happier that you decided to pull me out of that string place. Oh don't give me that look. You didn't think I'd get all weepy over getting away from throat-slicey angel of doom, did you? I like being in one piece, darling, despite your attempts to get me killed. And Satan. Don't forget that part, which by the way you never did let me find out that I'd been mouthing off to the Prince of Lies. Good job with that.

Molly's going to be just fine. You saw her at Chichen Itza, she can hold her own. She doesn't need me around.

I like this decision, darling. Don't try to pretend your guilty conscience is mine. I'm too pretty for a guilty conscience, remember?

Comments

[imperioartist]

That better not be disbelief.

[emptynight]

And what are you going to do if it is?

[imperioartist]

I'm sure I could chase up some references if you're really so curious.

[emptynight]

That depends on how desperate you are to prove yourself to someone you barely know, sweetheart.

[imperioartist]

It's just that there are some things I take as a matter of pride.

[emptynight]

Interesting thing to take pride in. Someone less generous might think you were overcompensating for something.

[Pot. Kettle. Thomas.]

[imperioartist]

I'm probably over-compensating for a lot of things, but that isn't one of them.

[emptynight]

Keep talking big, Tink, and you'll have to prove it.

[imperioartist]

Well, I'm sure that could--






Ah.

[This is Marcus, having an epiphany. He isn't sure he likes it.]