Re: Quicklog, Gotham: Babs G/Jim G
[He smiled at her, warmer, when she turned his words back on him. He knew he wasn't a ray of sunshine, but he wasn't a cold man. He just took time, and that was the last thing he had here.—He knew this couldn't be easy on anyone else either. The man she called 'dad' was gone, replaced with him, and just before the birth of her kid. Yeah, no, that couldn't be easy.
But, there was nothing either of them could do but accept it or not. Jim decided to accept it, however hard it was to swallow, and however much scotch it took to help it down.
The smile faded some, like the ink on his musty newspapers, as Barbara began to put things away and him, not knowing where they went, just emptied the bags. He passed off groceries.] When did you get here?