Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: [Tandy & Holly: the good diner]
Tandy was deconstructing his universe as a matter of principle but in his universe, bad accident, Capital hospital, dead dad. He hadn't talked to the Holly he knew about his dead dad other than the base concept of dead parents, given the aforementioned membership of dead parents club. But Holly pushed away the ends of his fries, and Tandy who had no such ambiguous stomach for the facility, given he wasn't thinking about the facility but misplaced universes (in which he had no ready cash) ate them. Absent-mindedly, and without thinking, but he was a big guy, and that took food.
"Yeah, I get it. You want to stick. Are you worried that if any of us go back, we all go back, or it makes it more likely a possibility, if this is like a magnet drawing a bunch of us from different places together?" It seemed like maybe that was the point, and Tandy was shrewd enough to kind of grasp that. "I don't have a compulsion," and it maybe had something to do with what Tandy at home was caught up in, but he skimmed over that part.
"I don't have a lot of stuff there. I don't have a lot of stuff here. I kind of needed to work on acquiring stuff in both places," which was true. "And at least here, I can't worry about my mom. She doesn't know who I am, so." There was a lot of offloaded guilt and fear and weight in the breezy way Tandy put that on the table.
"Not exactly. We said we'd meet up," and Tandy wasn't exactly flush but he dug for change. "I kind of figured I'd get myself a go-bag. ID, cash, clothes, figure it out. Not mess anything up too much for her that she can't change back." Which was weird, right? As a consideration.