Re: tandy & holly; the music store
Even in Holly's world, there had been some truth to conspiracy theories. Where there was smoke there was fire, right? Here there was just a lot more fucking smoke, and he wasn't sure if it was this town, or if it was this whole world, and he'd been in the military long enough to get that the powers that be thought they were, like, evening the playing field or something, right? And that some of it was panic, because how the fuck could they control a serial killer that could throw light knives or something?, but none of that made Holly feel better. And stuff that didn't make Holly feel better? Well, that was the stuff he was crazy good at ignoring. Call it a talent or something, yeah?
"Please, you were going on about conspiracy theories from, like, our first conversation," he reminded her. "And IDK anyone is out to get you now, are they? I mean, if they are? That's a different story." Holly lived with the knowledge that he was probably on a million fucking governmental watch-lists, so, yeah, there was that. "You can try getting a puppy though. Who knows. Maybe you'll become one of those annoying dog people," he suggested, deadpan and absolutely not able to imagine her becoming some cheery dog person. "But, seriously, are you talking about work..., or?" Because he couldn't tell, and she was kinda preaching to the choir, right? About ending up in different places, back again, back again.
He filled out the deposit slip, put the money in the envelope he'd set out, and he closed the till and locked it. He leaned his elbows on the counter. "Okay, so do we thinking coming and going has something to do with the light knives? Because I'm having a hard time with a logical connect, you know? Not that everything is logical, but shit that's tied? You can usually find the string, yeah? And following the string can lead to answers."
He didn't mention the Billy thing. Nah, he wasn't touching that with a ten-foot pole, not beyond, like, surface mentions.