[Sweeney's quiet for a long moment. The way Malcolm talks about it scrapes up old thoughts of Swamp Rat and her nightmares of him being ash and the rare times they'd held each other, even briefly. Now he has Laura to turn to, and he finds himself on her doorstep, even when he's not safe to be there. His voice is quieter than he wishes it was, and there's a faint edge of pain.]
Course I do.
[How could he not? He's just not so dependent that he sees a week worth the lamentation. Of course, when you're 6,000 years old, a week is a lot shorter than it is for most people. Sweeney's tone picks back up to something more casual.]
At least ya've got a place together. He'll have somewhere ta come home to, when he can.
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Course I do.
[How could he not? He's just not so dependent that he sees a week worth the lamentation. Of course, when you're 6,000 years old, a week is a lot shorter than it is for most people. Sweeney's tone picks back up to something more casual.]
At least ya've got a place together. He'll have somewhere ta come home to, when he can.