Dark and cold or bright and warm
There are innumerable bars in the city. Some of them, Mike is familiar with; the ones between the Dollhouse and home are well known to him by now and he to them. Some of them he hasn't met yet, simply by virtue of rarely going into the parts of the city where they are. And one of them he won't go back to, though the glass and the blood are long cleaned up and the bullet is picked out of the wall.
The one he's heading toward isn't really any of these, not entirely new to him but not close enough to be all that familiar, not exactly upscale but also not the kind of dim, smoky dive that he usually goes to when left to his own devices.
He doesn't know what this is about. He feels like he should. Because it's definitely about something.
Meet me at the corner of Haight and Beacon at 9.
It's a cold night and not as crowded as it had been in early fall, and Neil's the only one standing on the corner. Mike moves closer, not hurried, allowing himself the intervening time to just... look. Because naked or clothed, that's another thing he's not anywhere near tired of.
When he stops he looks from Neil to the bar and back again, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Hi."
The one he's heading toward isn't really any of these, not entirely new to him but not close enough to be all that familiar, not exactly upscale but also not the kind of dim, smoky dive that he usually goes to when left to his own devices.
He doesn't know what this is about. He feels like he should. Because it's definitely about something.
Meet me at the corner of Haight and Beacon at 9.
It's a cold night and not as crowded as it had been in early fall, and Neil's the only one standing on the corner. Mike moves closer, not hurried, allowing himself the intervening time to just... look. Because naked or clothed, that's another thing he's not anywhere near tired of.
When he stops he looks from Neil to the bar and back again, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Hi."
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But the day before Thanksgiving was too fucking chaotic to make a big deal of it, so instead, I've waited 'til today. I've waited 'til after my shift, shooting off an invitation to one of the nicer bars I've been to in this city. I'm not nervous, not really, but when I see him there on the street corner, my stomach does this funny swoop thing that I can't really ignore.
Grinning crookedly, I close the distance between us and lean in to press my lips to his in a fleeting kiss. "Hey."
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A hint of a smile flickers across his mouth. "You wanna hang out here, or what?"
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"It's too fuckin' cold out here."
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Not empty. Not jam-packed. Good middle ground.
"Bar, or table?"
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There's still this undercurrent of nervousness in my gut, but I try to ignore it as I weave my way toward the back of the bar to claim a secluded table.
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He shrugs his jacket off and slides into a seat. "So." He leans across the table. "The hell's this about, anyway?
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"We got married on the 21st. You, me and Tom, in the front yard of the World Tree. I would've said somethin' 'bout it two days ago, but we were kinda busy, you know?" My eyes are on my hands while I fidget with a raw hangnail on my thumb, just to have an excuse not to look at him.
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"Shit," he murmurs, frowning slightly. "I- yeah. I..." He gives Neil a faintly wry smile. "Time's still all fucked."
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It seems important, and I can't just let go by like any other day. Last year, there was a party outside the compound. Tabula Rasa day or whatever the fuck. People getting drunk and laughing and having a good time, when I couldn't shake the feeling like I'd lost something irreplaceable. That my life was never gonna be what I wanted.
I fucked a stranger that night. Barely an introduction and we were sneaking back to his room for a quick fuck, and then I was gone before the sheets even cooled. With a sick, guilty lump in the pit of my stomach, I realize I don't let myself think about Tunny much. I'm not even sure I ever mentioned his name to Mike at all.
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And now, maybe more than ever, he's not that person.
A cute redheaded girl with a pen and a pad chooses that moment to make her way over to them. He spares her half a smile and orders something or other on draft without really thinking about it.
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And once she's gone, I admit, "I know it doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me, I just... needed to."
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"You better not be fucking apologizing."
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"I love you... This time last year kind of sucked, you know?"
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Not knowing what he knows.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there."
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"Apart from nearly dying twice, the last few months," I say with a smirk, and by now I'm mostly used to the slightly tighter pull of scar tissue when I smile, "Things are kinda good, right now."
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And things are good. Now.
"Y'know, I used to wonder what it'd be like if it was just us," he says after a few moments.
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"But me and Hobbes - me and Tom. It's just that we were always so fucking different. I wondered if he sorta... made it all possible. Balanced us out. And I wondered if you and me could ever make it work. Back before we had to."
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"Seems like we're doin' okay, so far."
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He looks down at their joined hands again and pulls in a breath. "It's funny you pull me out here tonight. I been thinking about Tom. A lot."
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"Yeah," I murmur, my eyes following his to our joined hands, my heart clinching tight in my chest.
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He looks up again, finally meets Neil's gaze. It's not hard, not really. But it's almost enough to pull the breath out of him.
"I loved him - I love him - more than I'm ever gonna know how to handle. Forever. But you... You said something about soulmates once. I'm pretty sure that sounds like bullshit, but... I don't think I ever had to explain anything to you. You know me. It's like you always have."
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"You really gotta say all that shit when we're in a fuckin' bar?" I laugh, turning to look at him with a grin I don't even have any control over.
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"You rather I go down on one knee on the beach or some shit?"
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"I miss him like fuckin' crazy," I admit, "I've never known anybody else like him." He could make me angrier than just about anyone ever could, and could turn around and make me happy like just about nobody else.
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His fingers linger on Neil's face, one fingertip finding the scar again and tracing a small fraction of its length.
"I know. Me too." Half a smile tugs at his mouth. "But I gotta think we'll see him again, y'know?"
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He finally reaches for his beer but doesn't immediately drink, watching the light turn the color of honey in the glass. "And somewhere none of us probably ever left."
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"And maybe some universe, I'm there in the Realm, with you."
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He picks up his beer and finally takes a sip. He doesn't remember what he ordered, but it's good. "So what would this be, anyway? Two years? Three? It's three, right?"
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But. "Feels longer. Dunno why."