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[everythinglost]

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[everythinglost]

"It didn't. But, so far, it seems like it can hold together enough for things not to totally fall apart, despite large holes."

[wildguardian]

"Is that why you need to keep up all the patch jobs?"

[everythinglost]

"Mostly, yeah."

It's not something he could admit on the network, or when he wasn't just a step or so past violently hung-over.

[wildguardian]

Yunlan sighs, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "Sounds to me like a shitty situation all around."

[everythinglost]

“It is, but doesn’t that go for most things?” He scrubs a hand across his face. “I know there’s stuff Anji thinks isn’t - great,” and she at least knows the Doctor. “But there’s stuff she doesn’t get.”

[wildguardian]

"Nobody looking in from the outside ever really gets it," Yunlan concedes. "Though she's probably got a better view than me -- I've never even met the guy.

"But, you know, sometimes the view from outside spots shit you can't see from the inside, too."

[everythinglost]

"She doesn't know most of the stuff about the war. Not about what happened to the Doctor's people, really. She thinks I'm overprotective."

[wildguardian]

"Mm. Like -- overprotective how? I mean, if that shit already happened, in whatever weird-ass causality way 'already' can happen when you're talking time travel, what's he need protecting from?"

[everythinglost]

"Emotionally, mostly. I'm not the one who thinks grabbing a gun and going after deranged cyborgs to play backup is a good idea." He doesn't like how often the Doctor ends up hurt - how close the line between being hurt and hurting yourself can look - but that's not what he and Anji disagree on. "But she doesn't know what he was like, before. He's - still recovering."

[wildguardian]

"Yeah, all right," Yunlan says with a quirk of his lips. "Just don't protect him over yourself too much, okay? It never works out the way you want it to."

[everythinglost]

"I think that depends on what you want."

[wildguardian]

"Making him feel better?"

[everythinglost]

"Ha. I have control over my optimistic streak. I just want him to survive."

[wildguardian]

"Tell me..." The corner of Yunlan's mouth crooks up. "Are you too hung over for a really shitty storytime? I give rainchecks."

[everythinglost]

Fitz does give the question thought. "Eh, story-time goes best with hangovers."

[wildguardian]

Yunlan raises one finger. "All right. This isn't for public consumption, mind. But back before Shen Wei and I got here... things went real fucking bad at the end. Guy with superpowers gathering powerful artifacts to end the world, kind of thing. We were both captured.

"So he took the last hit for me, see." He stretches his legs out, sprawling deliberately as he toys with the juice bottle, projecting nonchalance as hard as he can. It's mostly for himself. It's still a sensitive subject. "Used the last of his power to hit back, took the guy out, died.

"Problem is, the guy'd done enough damage in the process that Dixing was crumbling, and it had a good chance of taking the surface of the planet out with it if it went. The artifacts had to be activated to keep Dixing stable and save the planet. And, well, Shen Wei was dead anyway, so since it took a human life to activate them...

"Anyway, point is, declaring yourself expendable all on your own's a shitty thing to do."

cw for talking (somewhat around) suicide/worries about

[everythinglost]

"Damn, I suppose that means I have to think of a different story for book group." Fitz isn't as good at being antisocial as he'd like, sometimes, but, more honestly, in the various ways he chooses to be an asshole, sharing stuff a friend has told him isn't really on the list.

He sighs. "I'm pretty sure the code bans taking things written during the extremely self-pitying - even for me - stage as an honest assessment of fact. Actually, talking about drunk, I'm pretty sure back when we first met you told me a little of this story, and I said it sounded like Shen Wei shared some of the Doctor's worse qualities." He's quiet for a few moment, looking down at where he stubbed out his cigarette.

He looks up to meet Yunlan's eyes, expression completely serious now, even if he keeps his tone a little lighter. "But since you came close to being subjected to the time when I was ten and no one wanted me on their football team - I don't actually think I'm expendable, as nice and dramatic as that is. Would I ump in front of a hit for the Doctor? Yeah, probably, but it wouldn't be about saving anything but just forcing him to live with what I could. Which, to be fair, he has way more experience at. He's, like, a thousand and hangs out with humans. Most of his friends are dead, depending on what time it is. But when I say survive... I'm not talking about how he enjoys, and manages to get away with, fucking with people with guns. I saw him right after the war didn't happen. When there was nothing there. Telepathic, right."

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[wildguardian]

"In vino veritas, you know. Especially about the embarrassing shit. But... yeah, I can buy that bit about Shen Wei and the Doctor having some of their problems in common. From what you've said about him."

He sighs, one foot bouncing.

"I just mean, I worry about you ranking your own health and safety practices a little bit too low down on the scale."

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[everythinglost]

“I’ve always been skeptical of that. In vino… drama, or something, I don’t speak Latin.”

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[wildguardian]

"I learned about ten phrases to make me sound smart," Yunlan assures him. "I can't speak it either. But hey, alcohol does way too good a job of turning off the brain-to-mouth filter if you let it. Believe me, I've been at a lot of shitty after-work parties with superior officers, and they say the damndest things four or five rounds in."

[everythinglost]

"See, I don't believe in turning on a brain-to-mouth filter. If I'm not willing to say stupid shit when I'm sober, then what's the point of not caring about saying stupid shit? I have to say, just in terms of work, beyond the actual 'work' part, few things more horrifying than the thought of having to finish up and then still go to a party with my boss." He does a quick mental list of various times he's been employed. "Besides, the people I've worked for are usually willing to say whatever they want to people who have to answer to them. But I've heard that some places have policies about that."

[wildguardian]

"Please. We all have a brain-to-mouth filter," Yunlan says with an expansive wave of one hand. "If it's not for filtering out the stupid shit, it's for filtering the embarrassing shit, or the shit you're afraid no one will look at you the same again if they hear.

"And I have been to so many work parties." He shudders theatrically. "Truly, the curse of management is having to butter up all the assholes who need to sign off on your budget."

[everythinglost]

"Solid point. I split mine between choosing when to say I find someone attractive and not insulting people who have knives. Unfortunately, that doesn't leave room for solid control over saying weird shit."

Fitz shudders, a little less theatrically. "You know, traveling with the Doc can be a risk to life, limb, and sanity - but there are zero work parties. All the temporary bosses I hate generally ending up in prison. Free room and board, plus any other stuff I might want... I always thought life as a kept man seemed very appealing."

[wildguardian]

"I was going to say 'because there's no work,' but it sounds more like it's because any odd jobs you get don't last all that long.

"Truly there are worse things than being a kept man!"

[everythinglost]

"And they usually end pretty spectacularly. Were you ever interested in a job other than 'cop'?"