[Now that that awkward moment is out of the way, Six will take that offered chair. Still feeling a bit wobbly... he is never getting that drunk ever again.]
...then I'm rather glad I had enough sense not to do that. My head was quite sore enough as it was.
[He'll just quietly tuck the small clue Eight gave him away in the back of his mind. So he falls in love more than once...? He'd thought he'd long since sworn off doing that, it never seems to end well.]
Hmmm, I'll bear that in mind.
[And now... he has a lot to think about.]
Though really... it's just too bad I had to find out about it last night. Talk about rotten timing.
[Because any other time he would have reacted better. Probably.]
I would have told you earlier, but I thought it was obvious. That's my fault, I'm afraid. Things that are obvious to you might not be obvious to the next man.
[Oh yes. More than once, and every time it ends in heartbreak for one or both parties. And yet, in his later years, it seems like he doesn't give up on it like he normally would.]
It's not so bad a thing, you know. I daresay he'd admit to being a better man for loving her.
[Drunkenness and hangovers have a tongue-loosening effect, it seems. His head just hurts too much for him to keep things hidden.]
I haven't really had time to observe them together. I've only spoken to Rose properly once so far, you realize.
[He only arrived just before they went on that trip, and... ok, in retrospect... yeah, it was pretty obvious. The way Nine acted after Rose died... he sighs.]
I never said it was! You just... took me off-guard, that's all.
[He really doesn't need to remind you that he was drunk, does he? But he doesn't have a better excuse than that for how much he's missed around here. Even considering how much has happened since he arrived...]
...as long as they're happy, I'm hardly going to get in their way.
[They were clearly willing to live with the consequences of what they were doing. He hadn't the right to interfere, or even say anything about it; he hardly knew their history, or anything about what made himself fall for her. Best to just let it be.]
Oh really? [He raises his eyebrows a little.] Are they that... demonstrative?
[...don't worry, though, the first signs of PDAs and he'll be fleeing for the nearest door.]
Think about it, man. Someone you love deeply returns from the dead, when you weren't sure you'd ever see them again. [And Nine certainly didn't. The night before, he had been talking like he'd lost her forever.]
Suddenly they're there, and they're alive, and you're telling yourself you'll never lose her again. And... well what do you think will happen?
[Well, when you put it like that... Six shifts in his chair, uncomfortably.]
Er... hem! Ah, yes, well, I rather meant before... that. Happened. [Tip-toeing around actually saying the words 'died' or 'death'.] Anyway, I quite take your point. Yes.
I actually don't know how they were before. Well, not much, at least. Still, after what happened, I don't think what happened before really matters, do you?
And, well... [he holds his hands out in a vague gesture.] You saw him when she was dying.
...oh yeah, in case you were wondering he's still missing his coat
I was trying to give them a little privacy. So not really, though I caught that they are... close. [Very close. And then there had been giants to fight, and he was a little too busy feeling upset about a number of things to really think about it too deeply.]
It's not garish; you sound like Peri. [His defense of the coat is automatic, and he's scowling faintly now.] A giant took exception to it, as it happens. I plan to ask Eleven for it back, whenever he returns.
[Yeah, he heard that Eleven has a copy(?) of his coat. Blame Jamie, if you must.]
[Like Eight's memory is all that reliable, Six. Really.]
Something for you to look forward to, at least.
[Okay, now Eight really is just teasing him.]
Anyway...I suppose all this activity recently means the war is heating up. Which is both good and bad, since it could possibly mean that it might be close to being over.
Or, it could mean that it's getting worse with no end in sight.
[Shush, his memory is perfect so he naturally assumes all his other selves have perfect memories, too.
He'll sniff at that a bit, but let it pass.]
Things like this generally do get worse before they get better. [And there's a gloomy thought.] I really hope it's that, not the other thing. Wars without end, never a good thing.
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...then I'm rather glad I had enough sense not to do that. My head was quite sore enough as it was.
[He'll just quietly tuck the small clue Eight gave him away in the back of his mind. So he falls in love more than once...? He'd thought he'd long since sworn off doing that, it never seems to end well.]
Hmmm, I'll bear that in mind.
[And now... he has a lot to think about.]
Though really... it's just too bad I had to find out about it last night. Talk about rotten timing.
[Because any other time he would have reacted better. Probably.]
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[Oh yes. More than once, and every time it ends in heartbreak for one or both parties. And yet, in his later years, it seems like he doesn't give up on it like he normally would.]
It's not so bad a thing, you know. I daresay he'd admit to being a better man for loving her.
[Drunkenness and hangovers have a tongue-loosening effect, it seems. His head just hurts too much for him to keep things hidden.]
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[He only arrived just before they went on that trip, and... ok, in retrospect... yeah, it was pretty obvious. The way Nine acted after Rose died... he sighs.]
I never said it was! You just... took me off-guard, that's all.
[He really doesn't need to remind you that he was drunk, does he? But he doesn't have a better excuse than that for how much he's missed around here. Even considering how much has happened since he arrived...]
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[That makes him smile, just a little. And, somewhere deep down, he still has hope.]
I daresay when she comes back, you'll probably get an eyeful.
[Then he coughs, realizing how that sounded.]
Not that much of an eyeful, of course. Oh, you know what I mean.
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[They were clearly willing to live with the consequences of what they were doing. He hadn't the right to interfere, or even say anything about it; he hardly knew their history, or anything about what made himself fall for her. Best to just let it be.]
Oh really? [He raises his eyebrows a little.] Are they that... demonstrative?
[...don't worry, though, the first signs of PDAs and he'll be fleeing for the nearest door.]
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Think about it, man. Someone you love deeply returns from the dead, when you weren't sure you'd ever see them again. [And Nine certainly didn't. The night before, he had been talking like he'd lost her forever.]
Suddenly they're there, and they're alive, and you're telling yourself you'll never lose her again. And... well what do you think will happen?
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Er... hem! Ah, yes, well, I rather meant before... that. Happened. [Tip-toeing around actually saying the words 'died' or 'death'.] Anyway, I quite take your point. Yes.
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And, well... [he holds his hands out in a vague gesture.] You saw him when she was dying.
...oh yeah, in case you were wondering he's still missing his coat
[Six clears his throat.]
I was trying to give them a little privacy. So not really, though I caught that they are... close. [Very close. And then there had been giants to fight, and he was a little too busy feeling upset about a number of things to really think about it too deeply.]
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[He furrows his brows a bit.]
Where'd that garish coat of yours go, by the way?
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[Yeah, he heard that Eleven has a copy(?) of his coat. Blame Jamie, if you must.]
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Hm, you're right, Eleven did have one recently. I suppose the gods found it amusing to give it to him.
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Good! Good... [Not that he doubted Jamie, but it was always nice to confirm a story.] Well, then. That's something to look forward to, anyway.
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Something for you to look forward to, at least.
[Okay, now Eight really is just teasing him.]
Anyway...I suppose all this activity recently means the war is heating up. Which is both good and bad, since it could possibly mean that it might be close to being over.
Or, it could mean that it's getting worse with no end in sight.
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He'll sniff at that a bit, but let it pass.]
Things like this generally do get worse before they get better. [And there's a gloomy thought.] I really hope it's that, not the other thing. Wars without end, never a good thing.
[To say the least.]