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[stilljustandrew]

He isn't going to keep carrying around Baby's inert mobile forever. That'd just be morbid.

But he tried keeping it in his room upstairs, and that's worse somehow. It looks like a toy, sitting there. Like nothing that was ever really important.

So he's bringing it downstairs to try to find somewhere better to keep it. Maybe a shrine over the bar, like the memorial for Bernard and Tonks, if Bar herself wouldn't find that too painful. Or maybe in the Security office, in a storage closet there or something, so that if Baby ever -- if she ever does come back --



Right now Andrew's sitting by the fireplace, watching the fish swim in and out of the flames, with a mug of Irish coffee in his hand and a little metallic arachnoid in his lap.

Botherable.

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[stilljustandrew]

Andrew lowers his head, silently.

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan gives him a swift knowing look and drops the rest of the way to the floor, wrapping an arm around the taller man.

"We can wait for you, Baby. If you need more time."

[stilljustandrew]

"What if --"

He can barely get the words out.

"What if she's not coming back?"

[jonathanparagon]

"She can't be... gone", he says quietly after a moment. "Not with all the spells still working, right?"

[stilljustandrew]

"I don't know," he says. "I mean, she wasn't really a, a personality when Tim first made her -- she developed that over time, collecting impressions and memories and --"

His voice cracks. "What if that's gone?"

[jonathanparagon]

Jonathan tilts his head, eyes turning sad.

"You mean... when whatever happened, happened, like a reset?"

[stilljustandrew]

He nods wordlessly.

[jonathanparagon]

"Then maybe she can get it back, with time, or something like it. It might not be forever."

[stilljustandrew]

It won't be her.

He tries to push away that thought, but it won't go. With her memories gone, will she even be the same person?

"Maybe," he mumbles.

[jonathanparagon]

"I'm sorry."

He really is. He wanted this to work.

[stilljustandrew]

He looks up. "It's not your fault."

[jonathanparagon]

"I know. But I wish I could've brought her back for you."

[stilljustandrew]

He turns toward Jonathan, and pulls him into a hug.

"I know."

[jonathanparagon]

They sit in silence together for a while.

Finally, "So what are you going to do?"

[stilljustandrew]

He breathes out.

"I don't know. Wait. And hope."

[jonathanparagon]

"Maybe she should stay here", he suggests gently. "Where she'll be safe 'til she wakes up. We can rig the door so she can open it."

[stilljustandrew]

"'S a good idea," he murmurs.

But he doesn't move to put her down.

[jonathanparagon]

There's no hurry, not this time, and Jonathan doesn't push it.

"When you're ready."

[stilljustandrew]

[And wrap there?]

[jonathanparagon]

[Looks good! *hugs Andrew*]