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#Spaceport – September 25, 2018
Jason falls silent for a moment before continuing. Despite the smirk on his face, there's a certain sadness behind it. "But I understand." he says simply, "I get it. Because that perspective that he doesn't seem to have? That they both just-..." he shakes his head, "That was what Mina left me with when she died." He doesn't bother mentioning how much he struggles in deciding if it was a gift or a curse. Or how Mina was just one in a
long line of losses he's suffered. Not even the first. Certainly not the last. He doesn't mention the fear and trauma losing Mina instilled in him, which is only further piled on by the life he and Vasquez lead. He doesn't mention the cold sweats he wakes up in, frantically reaching to the other side of the bed just to make sure Vasquez is still there. He knows she has enough on her mind just getting through each day right now.
"So I-..." he shrugs, giving a humorless chuckle as his gaze turns past Lucy momentarily, his eyes growing a bit glassy, "...I just try and enjoy every moment I have with Linda. Because it all just-..." he trails off. He's quick to clear his throat as he feels the emotion beginning to choke him up, propping that smile right back into place, "But who am I to judge? The man has kept his relationship going for like 30 years. I've
Shane furrows his brow as he processes Senya's question and the implication of it. After a moment, his eyes widen a bit. "Oh! No, no, no. Nothing like that." he assures, tugging a hand free from his jacket pocket to wave her question off dismissively. "But I'm not one to turn down a good drinking buddy." he explains, making no allusion to the fact that 'drinking' is proooobably placeholder for something less gentlemanly. "And that
Lucy presses the knuckles of the hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle against her mouth, staring at an arbitrary point on the floor as Jason speaks. There's a growing distance in her gaze as the same emptiness that's been churning in her stomach for the past week drains her attention.
Senya doesn't seem particularly surprised. "Indeed..." she replies, studying Shane for a moment with her good eye. Between the scars and the steel in her gaze she cuts an imposing figure at most times - she looks more killer than healer. With a blink her gaze moves to the cargo hold behind Shane, before stepping aside a little. "I will not keep you. Shane, was it?"
Jason's snicker fades as he studies Lucy and the condition she's in. He allows a few beats of silence to pass uninterrupted before speaking up again. "You're gonna get through this, Lucy." he says. The sympathy he feels doesn't quite reach his words. It's stated matter-of-factly. No words of wisdom, just an observation.
Shane tucks his hand back into his jacket and gives a small nod. "It was." he confirms. "And-... again. Thanks for the hospitality, Senya." he says. He starts towards the hangar door, giving a friendly: "Stay warm!" as he passes a glance between Senya and Wrench as he passes them by.
Lucy 's only response is a barely audible snort followed by a sip from the questionable booze which is followed by a few coughs that are muffled by the back of her hand and a series of blinks. When the coughing comes to an end she lets the bottle rest against her leg, still looking at the floor, avoiding Jason.
Jason allows a sigh to slip out as he continues to watch the woman across from him, uncomfortable silence once more taking hold. Reaching back to scratch at the back of his neck, he lowers his gaze to the floor once more, using one foot to slowly rotate his chair back and forth slightly. "I-... uhh-" he begins, unwilling to let the silence last too long, "...Like I was saying, I got a response from my Alliance contact. So as soon as
they get here we can hand everything off and you're free to go. Put any thought into what's next..?"
Lucy scoffs, although it's so muffled that it's mostly seen in the way her body shifts in the chair. "Can't say that I have..." she says in a raspy mumble, turning her attention back to the bottle again.
Jason gives a single, slow nod before returning to rotating his chair back-and-forth. And more silence. Eventually a frustrated sigh fills the air. "Look, Lucy, I'm trying." he says as he turns his gaze on the drunken woman. "But I don't know what in the fuck to say to you, okay?" he continues, the frustration slipping into his tone. Not at her, of course. Just the situation they find themselves in. "Hell, I'm barely keeping my own
shit together. But I know what it's like to be where you're at right now. So talk to me. Don't talk to me. Whatever you want. But if you're not gonna talk to me? The least you can do is pass the bottle this way." He extends a cybernetic hand her way, hardened gaze locking onto her.
Lucy blinks, looking over towards Jason. She looks at him for a couple of second with an unsteady gaze before extending harm arm, holding out the bottle towards him without comment. Guess that's option two, then.
Jason snatches the bottle out of her hand, holding her gaze as he takes a long sip. The strong taste and the afterburn cause his face to contort into an expression of distaste, but he manages to stifle the cough threatening to slip out. He sits back in his seat, settling in for the silence as he holds the bottle against his knee.
Lucy doesn't seem to have any intention of breaking the silence at first, empty stare turning back to the floor after she's handed Jason the bottle, but after a while she does. "What are-... what are ya doin' here? Go-... go be with your wife insteda sittin' around here drinkin'..." her eyebrows furrow as she pauses, eyeing the bottle and blowing some air from her mouth. "...well, it sure as hell ain't whiskey..." she finishes with
Jason maintains the silence, idly rotating back and forth in his seat with a distant look on his face. It takes a little bit for him to muster up the courage for another drink, but he gets there eventually. Brow furrowed with a hardened look etched into his face, he looks to Lucy as she finally breaks the silence. The expression on his face softens, however, as she mentions the WHISKEY, ending with him giving a short snort. "I don't
know, Lucy." he admits honestly in a sigh. He leans forward slightly and extends a synthetic hand towards her, bottle held by the neck between his index and middle finger to pass it back her way. The small movement causes a pained grunt to slip out. After passing the bottle off, he settles back into his seat, head leaned back over the headrest to look up towards the ceiling. "Truthfully? Guess I don't know what to do with myself
right now. After everything that-..." he trails off, biting down on his lower lip as he cuts his own words short and switches gears, "Figured you might like a bit of company." And I could use a distraction.
Lucy grabs the bottle, just resting it in her lap for now. Seems she's not quite ready for another taste. She watches Jason with a weary look on her face but she doesn't push any further. She sighs, turning and craning her neck to look out the window, down at Wrench and the newly returned Pivin who she's talking to. After watching them silently for a moment she speaks, still facing away from Jason. "They're all wonderin' what's
Jason follows her gaze to the window, head still back against the headrest lazily. He gives a couple of small nods to her words. "Of course they are." he says, looking Lucy's way briefly out of the corner of his eye. "These people depend on you, Lucy." It's impossible not to see her position and think of Redrock. Of his own responsibilities. This last outing rattled him- shook him right to the core. But the rest of the galaxy keeps
moving. Work still needs to be done. Employees need to be paid. And then there's Ehanis and Ilyna's situations. Like a frustrating game of whack-a-mole, more problems just keep popping up. They don't wait for you to prepare for them. They don't wait for you to catch a breather. They don't care if you just fought tooth and nail to get off an alien ship the size of a floating city. They don't care if your husband just died, taken
from you by a creature that you can't even begin to comprehend let alone process. Because life goes on, with or without you. "They're your family. So-... so you go right ahead and mourn. You deal with all of this crap however you need to." He rolls his head against the headrest to look Lucy's way directly, "But then you get your shit together. Because they need you." There's a distinct sense that he's talking to himself as much
Lucy leans her head back against the chair, closing her eyes with faint exhale. She sucks in her lips, face shifting as she finds herself on the verge of fresh tears. She had thought her reserves dried out after her time in the shower, but now she wasn't so sure. "You let me know when it's time for the meetin'." she says with a strained tone that implies it's time for Jason to go. No hostility, just... weariness.
Jason's gaze remains on the window, a forced, frustrated smile crossing his lips as he gives a few hollow nods to Lucy's words. "...Yeah. You got it." he sighs. A few more moments pass before his hands move to the armrest and he pushes himself to his feet. He adjusts his jacket a bit and begins to zip it back up as he looks down at the captain. "I didn't mean to overstep." he offers apologetically- directly- that same weariness
slipping into his tone as well. "Just saying-... I'm just saying don't shut them out, alright? They need you." Zipper handled, he reaches out to give her a quick pat on the shoulder. "And you need them." he continues, not bothering to wait for a response before hastily adding: "Take care of yourself, Lucy." and starting towards the door.
Lucy 's eyes open, and she glances over Jason's way, giving a single faint nod before he leaves. Once she's alone a heavy sigh slips out, and she once again lets her head fall back against the headrest as her eyes close, bottle still resting in her lap.