He was a prompt man and after he'd dealt with Willa and dealt with his call to the Admiral, the drink was welcome. He could drink in his cabin, sure, but it felt dangerous now, with Willa right next door. Getting out was better right now.
"Hey Fitz," he breathes out, ducking his head a little in silent passing thanks before glancing around and stepping out of the way.
"Nice place." His first time seeing it. He wasn't going to look at that little fact. Didn't matter. He was here now, gladly taking a bit of refuge. "Not exactly what I expected but somehow pretty damned fitting."
Fitz's cabin is a replica of his room in the TARDIS, and so by far the best cabin he could imagine the Admiral giving to him. He spends a lot more time in Maggie's cabin, these days, so it's less messy than it could be. His extensive collection of music, music players and a few instruments, are near his bed. His large collection of books, replicated or borrowed from the library, is mostly organized. The chairs he's set up by the small table - currently and frequently set with cups and a few bottles - feel, to him, like small anteroom.
"The Admiral didn't decide that 'home' meant a mattress on the floor of shitty flat. Though I would've asked for something else, if he had." He has no interest going back.
"Take a seat. Seems like one of those times when a few drinks are definitely in order."
"Doesn't sound like much of a home to me, a mattress on a shitty floor." He nods his thanks and takes a seat, eyes moving over the book collection.
"You'd be right." His eyes swing back over to Fitz. "And for the first time in a long time, I can't just sit at home and do it.. Not with her there." He didn't want Willa to see him unhealthily imbibing like that. He'd be damned his his daughter saw him as a drunk.
He pours cider for himself, though he waits until he finishes making Raylan's gin and tonic to drink.
"Teenagers, you know." He shrugs. "It's a lot easier to deal with 'em as an adult than when I was fifteen." Which is one of the reasons he's glad he had been able to drop out of school and get work, as little as he likes work. "Really, congratulations are probably in order for some version of you managing to raise a normal kid."
"Now who's being depressing," he quips with no edge or steel in it, murmuring a thanks as Fitz hands him the drink. He can't help the pull of a proud smile that he turns into the glass for a sip to busy himself.
"She does seem pretty regular. Almost too regular. I'm honestly blown away. A real shame that bein' here is gonna fuck it up inside three months. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to see her, but this place isn't exactly easy. The only good news is that there seems to be a good clutch of people willin' to help keep an eye on her. That helps."
"How is that depressing? In this moment, you should be in the middle of hoping that your kid will like spending time with you."
He shakes his head. "There is that being a little too normal is generally a sign that there's some level of poorly adjusted somewhere, but still much better than if the normal bit isn't there. But, yeah, she's definitely going to hit a new level of fucked up from being here." There's no point in lying about that.
"I think you and I might be miles apart on the opinion of kids mixin' their drunken parents drink. I'd rather spend time with her that ain't me half crawling into a bottle. Which is, kind of exactly, part of why I'm here."
And thank god he had a drink in his hand, he fucking needed it.
"Malcolm thinks she has the starts of anger issues, but I think she's just 15. I hate that the Admiral lets kids on here like this. I know we got a few, Hunter, Nathaniel, but- Feels wrong, asking them to shoulder all this shit."
"The bit where I was twenty is probably another difference." He shrugs. "Lotta people I grew up around probably had a 'problem' with drinking, but that wasn't mum. We did always not fit in with the neighbors."
He laughs.
"Yeah, I'd have a hard time untangling being fifteen and anger issues. I was angry as hell when I was fifteen, and it didn't prove to be a start of longer term issues with anger. 'At least they're not dead' does offer something, when you're talking about inmates. Also you know they're already deeply fucked up, so it's just some new flavors."
"Yeah, that's about where I'm at with it. When you're a hammer, everything's a nail. But yeah, age has a lot to do with it. I know most folks start drinkin' early over on that side of the pond, so I just figured..." He shrugs a little.
"I don't know what I woulda done, she came in as an inmate," he huffs. "But I can wave her innocence goodbye. And now I gotta worry about... boys." The worst thing, outside of everything else that the Barge was made up of, was at least the most normal.
"Oh, I definitely started drinking way earlier than that. But there was far and away too much other stuff for that to ever be my impression of my mum."
He waves. "Now, now. You know full well that you don't have to worry about boys. You have to worry about boys and girls. But, yeah, people can use this place as a chance to be nice. Or whatever it is that says it's embarrassing to get into a fight with a teenager."
"Never sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing," he admits with a huff.
But what Fitz follows with gets a grimace.
"Might hav'to. Not exactly somethin' I think is totally appropriate for me to be askin' about though. I can't say I'm sorry that she got unleashed on the populace. They need to understand how Earth Teenagers are."
"I don't have any kids, and never will. I know that in some times that sort of thing is something you might casually want to bring up to be clear that you wouldn't think it's the worst thing to be arrested for, and then far enough in the future you don't have to say anything cause it's just assumed."
He laughs a little. "I'm not entirely sure that people need to know how Earth Teenagers are. Talking as someone... talking to someone who was once an Earth Teenager." He hadn't quite been at the right time to be called a teenager himself.
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He was a prompt man and after he'd dealt with Willa and dealt with his call to the Admiral, the drink was welcome. He could drink in his cabin, sure, but it felt dangerous now, with Willa right next door. Getting out was better right now.
He knocks a few times.
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"Hey, Raylan."
Fitz's cabin is comfortable, and he has a selection of drinks, but he figures that right now its greatest selling point is its certain privacy.
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"Nice place." His first time seeing it. He wasn't going to look at that little fact. Didn't matter. He was here now, gladly taking a bit of refuge. "Not exactly what I expected but somehow pretty damned fitting."
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"The Admiral didn't decide that 'home' meant a mattress on the floor of shitty flat. Though I would've asked for something else, if he had." He has no interest going back.
"Take a seat. Seems like one of those times when a few drinks are definitely in order."
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"You'd be right." His eyes swing back over to Fitz. "And for the first time in a long time, I can't just sit at home and do it.. Not with her there." He didn't want Willa to see him unhealthily imbibing like that. He'd be damned his his daughter saw him as a drunk.
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One of the reasons he can't understand, on a personal level, why Raylan wouldn't change his cabin immediately.
He's also generous enough not to comment on what he'd said before to Raylan about sitting at home and drinking.
"Cider, Babycham, gin and tonic?"
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"What the hell is Babycham?"
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He shrugs. "It's pear cider. Don't ask me about the name."
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"Gin and tonic, if you don't have whiskey or scotch, please...
I was watchin' your conversation with her, ya know. Clever way to handle it."
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He pours cider for himself, though he waits until he finishes making Raylan's gin and tonic to drink.
"Teenagers, you know." He shrugs. "It's a lot easier to deal with 'em as an adult than when I was fifteen." Which is one of the reasons he's glad he had been able to drop out of school and get work, as little as he likes work. "Really, congratulations are probably in order for some version of you managing to raise a normal kid."
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"She does seem pretty regular. Almost too regular. I'm honestly blown away. A real shame that bein' here is gonna fuck it up inside three months. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to see her, but this place isn't exactly easy. The only good news is that there seems to be a good clutch of people willin' to help keep an eye on her. That helps."
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He shakes his head. "There is that being a little too normal is generally a sign that there's some level of poorly adjusted somewhere, but still much better than if the normal bit isn't there. But, yeah, she's definitely going to hit a new level of fucked up from being here." There's no point in lying about that.
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And thank god he had a drink in his hand, he fucking needed it.
"Malcolm thinks she has the starts of anger issues, but I think she's just 15. I hate that the Admiral lets kids on here like this. I know we got a few, Hunter, Nathaniel, but- Feels wrong, asking them to shoulder all this shit."
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He laughs.
"Yeah, I'd have a hard time untangling being fifteen and anger issues. I was angry as hell when I was fifteen, and it didn't prove to be a start of longer term issues with anger. 'At least they're not dead' does offer something, when you're talking about inmates. Also you know they're already deeply fucked up, so it's just some new flavors."
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"I don't know what I woulda done, she came in as an inmate," he huffs. "But I can wave her innocence goodbye. And now I gotta worry about... boys." The worst thing, outside of everything else that the Barge was made up of, was at least the most normal.
"People are seemin' nice enough about it though."
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He waves. "Now, now. You know full well that you don't have to worry about boys. You have to worry about boys and girls. But, yeah, people can use this place as a chance to be nice. Or whatever it is that says it's embarrassing to get into a fight with a teenager."
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But what Fitz follows with gets a grimace.
"Might hav'to. Not exactly somethin' I think is totally appropriate for me to be askin' about though. I can't say I'm sorry that she got unleashed on the populace. They need to understand how Earth Teenagers are."
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"I don't have any kids, and never will. I know that in some times that sort of thing is something you might casually want to bring up to be clear that you wouldn't think it's the worst thing to be arrested for, and then far enough in the future you don't have to say anything cause it's just assumed."
He laughs a little. "I'm not entirely sure that people need to know how Earth Teenagers are. Talking as someone... talking to someone who was once an Earth Teenager." He hadn't quite been at the right time to be called a teenager himself.