OOM: Mary Anne again

[latino_menace]

From here...

Ramon feels just a little light-headed as he opens the door to the house in Portugal. Probably just his body getting used to having blood again after losing a few pints. Or maybe it's just shock...but it doesn't matter, because the only thing he wants now is a drink, regardless of whether he should or not.

And one other thing. There's something he needs to see, though he'll never admit it. It can wait a few minutes anyway because he needs to get the blood off his hands first...and he's pretty sure that Mary Anne wouldn't mind a drink either.

'Still like tequila?'

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[latino_menace]

'Did I? When was that?'

He frowns in mild confusion, not being able to keep time differences straight in his head at the moment.

'Pretty sure I didn't.'

[song_tra_bong]

"Long time ago," she insists.

She knows he left. She wrote him a letter.

"You know...when you went back."

[latino_menace]

'Oh.'

Strange how things that were terrible at the time can slip from your mind as time moves on.

'Yeah.'

He clinks his fingernail against his glass, remembering.

'Well, it had to be done. I wasn't gone long, bar-time.'

[song_tra_bong]

"Mhm, days...three, four? Something like that."

He's back now. The exact number is negligible.

[latino_menace]

'You remember the amount of days I was gone?'

He looks surprised at that, and covers it by picking up Martin from her legs and leaning him against him. Must be getting heavy for her by now. The boy doesn't wake, just makes a small sound and curls up a little tighter with his cat.

'Jesus, I don't even remember that.'

[song_tra_bong]

She blushes a little--blame it on the alcohol, she certainly is.

"Spent 'em watching the door, keeping the fire going...Figured if I couldn't go bust you out of jail, could at least see when you got back."

[latino_menace]

'...oh.'

He doesn't know what to say to that. If he'd known that this afternoon, he would have laughed and called her a sap, and a stupid bitch. Now?

Well, it seems like something she'd naturally do. And nothing wrong with it.

He half-shrugs and doesn't look at her.

'Well. I got back.'

Lame, but he doesn't know what else to say.

[song_tra_bong]

She clinks her glass against his.

"To getting back."

Toasts used to be her thing; maybe they still are.

[latino_menace]

This one certainly is, whether she knows it or not. Ramon just quirks a sad sort of smile and says,

'Yeah. Getting back.'

It's apt.