"Fought like five year olds," Luke says, nodding in thanks at the glasses as he puts the bottle on a table. "Honestly, I don't understand how Bill can act so superior and so immature at the same time. There was an entire store they were--well, it's not really breaking in, if it's abandoned, right?--anyway, an entire store, and just because Nick got there first Bill decided he wanted it."
"Maybe he ain't ever had anyone tell him he's being immature before. Maybe at home, people don't really speak out against him much." She knows they fight him, sure, but fighting often doesn't often include an exchange of opinions, ideas, and viewpoints.
Luke raises an eyebrow. "That's a good point," he says. "It's not like he gives anyone a chance to treat him like a person, but... you're right. Mostly because back home, he can snap his fingers and turn your reality into hellscape."
An over-simplification, but it makes his point. How do you learn to deal with anyone, with that kind of ability in your pocket? He pours them drinks, handing one to Tiffany.
"I like Nick, by the way." He smiles. "He's... refreshing."
Tiffany breaks into a wide grin. As usual, as always, she really likes her inmate. "Right? He reminds me a lot of people from home. He's from the city, but his, like-- mindset's kinda the same."
Luke chuckles at that. "So you're saying you two would've been trouble," he says. "Do you ever think about that?" he changes topics suddenly. "Going home, I mean. Just... with everything that's happened. How you... go back?"
Luke nods thoughtfully. "Then I'm glad this place is here for you," he says. "Thanks, by the way," he continues. "For not, you know. Turning your back on me."
"You thought you were helping your inmate," she says, with a tight little shrug. "It doesn't mean I like what you did, or what he did, but-- I'd be a hypocrite if I hated you for it."
Luke shakes his head. "It takes a lot for me to get drunk these days," he informs her. "Some weird Jedi metabolism thing, I think." Honestly, it's kind of nice, that it bites a little going down. He lowers his glass, and looks at her for a moment. "So, distract me. Tell me something you do for fun."
There's a few answers she could give to this; she takes a moment to pause and think about which one she wants to pull out. "I like visiting home in the Enclosure," she says, finally. "The woods, mostly."
"Woods," Luke says, testing it with a small smile. "The places people come from... no matter how many planets I've been to, I still feel a little like an Outer Rim peasant. Trees, oceans, mountains... I just gawk."
"I'd like that," Luke says immediately. "Most of the places I've been, it was to hide or fight--not sightsee. I haven't really gotten the chance to just explore--until the Barge, that is."
Maybe that's why he's still here. Well, that and Bill.
"You do that in the Enclosure much? Or just in ports and stuff?" The Enclosure allows for more freedom of choice, sure, but it's also not really real - which is more of a sticking point for some people than others.
"Oh, no," Luke says, shaking his head. "I mean, I go there, sometimes, but..." He shrugs. "Maybe I'm just not very creative, but I never know what to choose, myself. I like being shown things that mean something to people. And it's useful, for training. But there are so many real places I haven't been, you know?"
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He shakes his head.
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An over-simplification, but it makes his point. How do you learn to deal with anyone, with that kind of ability in your pocket? He pours them drinks, handing one to Tiffany.
"I like Nick, by the way." He smiles. "He's... refreshing."
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He's also not sure what he'd have done differently, though he knows he could have done better. He takes a sip of his drink, wincing slightly.
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He is. Just... a little cowed, maybe. Humbled.
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Maybe that's why he's still here. Well, that and Bill.
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