Maybe not all the time, but Tess hasn't had high expectations for any sort of law and order for years. She just nods, still petting his cheek with her thumb.
"It's not like there are any guidelines," she replies. "I think you're stuck in your own head on this one, Arthur."
“At least a little, yeah,” she replies. “I’m not saying you didn’t do bad shit. I have too. I’m just saying if it’s cutting you up this bad, you’re a long way from evil. Plenty of people don’t think twice. They justify instead, you know?”
"Micah always did that," he agrees, hoarsely. He never talks about
Micah. "Did something selfish, then said I'm doing it to help the gang,
Black Lung, what are you doin' about it?"
“Micah’s an asshole,” she replies, matter-of-fact. “And you’re doing what you can to keep Dutch from dragging everyone down with him, and that’s why you’re a warden. There are lines, and even if you cross ‘em sometimes, you know where they are. That’s what matters, Arthur.”
He tugs her hand away from his face, gives her a pleading look, and then tips forward. He doesn't know how to thank her for that particular faith, those particular works, so he just wraps his arms around her and breathes out.
He already said she's like family. Maybe it's more than that: she's a part of him that's outside of himself, looking right inside in turn. He can only hope she feels the same way, because if he ever tells her that she's going to tell him he's a big sap.
When he wraps his arms around her, it occurs to her how unusual it is to have anyone be this vulnerable around her. It makes her feel both unnerved and deeply committed to protecting that moment. She get an arm around him in turn, and a hand to the back of his head, cradling gently.
"Yeah? I usually prefer unrepentant jackasses," she jokes, shifting with him comfortably. "But disappointed, nah. Everyone gets their shit wrecked sometimes, everyone does bad shit sometimes."
It's not like she has a leg to stand on, anyway, given how often she dives headfirst into that nonsense.
He finally pulls back from the embrace after that, but he sits up against the wall. If she wants, she can come lean against him, or the wall, or stay right there.
"At least I was punished for it right away," he says, wryly.
Bizarre. Tess tries to imagine how that works, how good it would feel to bury anything she didn’t want to process in a hunk of metal. Maybe chuck it into a lake, if she was feeling particularly spiteful.
She grimaces. People whipping out powers has never seemed like anything but a dick measuring contest to her — big gods, puny mortals.
“If I had them, I’d milk them for all they’re worth,” she replies. “But it’s like cheating. At least people know you earned it when you can shoot well.”
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"Right."
Yes. Sure. But he can't square that with his behavior, all the time.
"Just... figured that weren't the way my role played out."
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"It's not like there are any guidelines," she replies. "I think you're stuck in your own head on this one, Arthur."
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He lets out a long, slow sigh. "You reckon?"
He means it. Does she really think that's all this is?
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She feels like she knows something about that.
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"Micah always did that," he agrees, hoarsely. He never talks about Micah. "Did something selfish, then said I'm doing it to help the gang, Black Lung, what are you doin' about it?"
He sighs again and raises a hand to pat hers.
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He tugs her hand away from his face, gives her a pleading look, and then tips forward. He doesn't know how to thank her for that particular faith, those particular works, so he just wraps his arms around her and breathes out.
He already said she's like family. Maybe it's more than that: she's a part of him that's outside of himself, looking right inside in turn. He can only hope she feels the same way, because if he ever tells her that she's going to tell him he's a big sap.
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"You're fine," she tells him, softly.
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He shifts up a little, so he can feel like he's embracing her as well as the other way around.
"Thank you," he replies, voice a low rumble. "I thought... I thought you'd be disappointed."
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"Yeah? I usually prefer unrepentant jackasses," she jokes, shifting with him comfortably. "But disappointed, nah. Everyone gets their shit wrecked sometimes, everyone does bad shit sometimes."
It's not like she has a leg to stand on, anyway, given how often she dives headfirst into that nonsense.
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He finally pulls back from the embrace after that, but he sits up against the wall. If she wants, she can come lean against him, or the wall, or stay right there.
"At least I was punished for it right away," he says, wryly.
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"Yeah, that helps, it'll keep it from going to your head," she replies. "Like sticking your hand in a fire."
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"Yeah. Thick enough of a skull, you need the reminder sometime."
He sighs and closes his eyes.
"You were charmin' on your ranch."
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"Yeah? It's weird, going native like that. I feel like I missed the whole port."
She would have loved to go shopping.
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"It wasn't a good one. Not a bad one, but I don't know if it was good. Too much like home, too little like it too."
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"Maybe. Besides, I had those powers. Like a flood and port in one."
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"I could make people feel more of whatever they was feelin'. And, uh, store some memories in metal. For later, I guess."
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“Did you like it?”
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He considers it. "Sometimes," he settles on. "I liked bein' able to do something the way some people here can. But I didn't have a handle on it."
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Especially with temptation.
“I didn’t peg you as a guy who wanted magic powers.”
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"Ain't you ever wanted some? The way people go around here, showin' off. A gun wouldn't do shit against most of 'em."
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“If I had them, I’d milk them for all they’re worth,” she replies. “But it’s like cheating. At least people know you earned it when you can shoot well.”
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"Never thought of it like that."
But she's right, put like that. "I do like doin' things on my own merit, but at least now I know what it feels like."
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