OOM: Mary Anne again

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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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He smiles a little at both adults, and then watches the clean-up.

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Ramon does his best - which means that shoes will have to be worn in the house for at least another week - and stows the broom away, then heads to the kitchen and fetches Martin a drink and a few bags of chips, for Mary Anne and the kid to eat. He's not sending him back to bed yet.

'Here.' He tosses a bag to her. 'And go ahead and open that bottle if you like, I'm still thirsty.'

Martin is picked up and Ramon sits down with him on his knee. Making an effort is easier when drunk and chilled.

'You been back to Vietnam recently?'

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She cracks the bottle open and refills both their glasses.

She shakes her head. "God, I haven't been back in...two months. I snuck home for a little while with Gorlim about two months ago."

The realization is a little stunning; she soothes the shock with a little more tequila.

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'Gorlim went to Vietnam? Huh.'

He picks up his drink, takes a sip, and eyes the child he's holding.

'Want to try a bit, Martin? It'll put you off for life.'

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"'s for daddies."

He informs Ramon, with a yawn,

"Not for Bugs."

And then, in the way of kids,

"Is she a daddy?"

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There is a strangle sort of noise as when tequila goes down the wrong pipe, followed by a small coughing fit.

"Erm...not so much, sunshine. I'm...What the hell am I, người yêu?"

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Ramon fixes her with a look that clearly says, thanks a bunch and turns to the boy.

'No. Women aren't fathers. They're...mothers.'

...ow.

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"Oh."

He considers that for a while.

"For mothers and daddies."

Martin has had books read to him. He knows what mothers are for.

They're for falling asleep in the lap of. Its a tiiiiiiired Bug. So he crawls into her lap and passes out.

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Ramon watches him, a little bemused, a little subdued. He'd been worried for a moment there, that awkward questions were about to be asked. It's fine though, and he just stares at the face so like Random's for a moment, before sighing and lighting another cigarette.

'If you don't want him there, I'll put him back to bed.'

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She stares at the kid for a moment, almost as if she's afraid he'll break, before answering Ramon.

"No, no...he's fine. When my legs start falling asleep, then we'll worry about it."

She brushes one hand very lightly across his hair before reclaiming her glass and taking a sip.

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'He likes people.'

Ramon carries on watching him, not looking at her at all, drinking steadily. He's not planning on stopping tonight.

'It's better for him here than on Haven. More things to do.'

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"Mhm."

She makes a soft noise of agreement.

He watches the kid. She watches him. Another sip of tequila.

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It's warm here. Portugal is, in the summer, though there's a nice breeze off the ocean. And his head's heavy from the liquor, the room's calm. If he looks at the boy long enough, it's almost like seeing Random there,

(head in a woman's lap, sleeping peacefully)

and Mary Anne's presence fades away a little.

He runs his hand over his face. Drink, smoke, smoke, drink. Life goes on, even if it sucks.

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She leans her head back against the couch cushions and God if this isn't weird, sitting next to him and drunker than hell with Random's son sleeping on her lap, but weird is good, weird is just fine.

"Missed you", she sighs, even if it's a stupid thing to say. She rinses the taste of the words from her mouth with another, longer drink.

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He blinks and glances up at her, swimming back to focus.

'I didn't go anywhere.'

No rancour in his tone. He just sounds a bit out of it.

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"I know you didn't. Well, you did, but that was a long time ago. Still, wasn't the same."

She shakes her head. "Doesn' matter. S'alright."

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'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.'

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"Long time ago," she insists.

She knows he left. She wrote him a letter.

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

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'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.'

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

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

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'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.'

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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."

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'...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.

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She clinks her glass against his.

"To getting back."

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

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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.