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[magic_by_accident]

John sits at one of the tables, smoking a cigarette and drinking whiskey as he contemplates the Observation Window.

Come take his mind off the end of all living things. It strikes a little too close to home.

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[magic_by_accident]

Her agitation causes John to look at her with concern, too.

"It's been this way for centuries," John says, and touches her arm lightly to soothe her. "People like their traditions and want them respected, and trying to find your own path is regarded by them as disrespect. Honestly, though, it makes it easier to find your real friends.

"It's all right."

[feminine_menace]

John’s right. It’s his shit to deal with and YT can’t really do anything about it. She takes a deep breath and tries to chill out.

“Man, ‘trying to find your own path is regarded is disrespect’ is, like, at least sixty to eighty percent of my life.” YT figures that’s why she kinda freaked out about it.

“Although let’s be honest, I really do disrespect the shit out of most of those fuckers.”

[magic_by_accident]

John smiles wryly. "Make it ninety-five percent of my life, and I'm right there with you."

[feminine_menace]

YT smiles. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

Well, there’s a few reasons. And also John likes dogs. If he hadn’t, that would’ve been a dealbreaker.

[magic_by_accident]

John chuckles. "That's as good a reason as any."

He likes dogs, cats -- anything soft and pettable, basically.

[feminine_menace]

“So. Are you going to be staying here for a while?”

Yes, it’s completely unsubtle. No, YT doesn’t care.

[magic_by_accident]

John leads his chin on his hand. "I could. Are you?"

[feminine_menace]

“Hey, I could hang out here for a while. Just gotta drop the puppy off at home first.” She inclines her head towards Stella.

(Stella does not stay overnight in Milliways, even when YT doesn’t have a hot date on her calendar.)

[magic_by_accident]

"I'll be right here, waiting."

He offers Stella one last scratch.