[ The annoying part about all of this is that she's right. And that he knows it. She could strike easily, she could be anywhere, since that's just what she's like - just what her story is like. Mary could follow him around until it'd either drive him nuts or convince the people around him that he's nuts, whichever happens first. (He's willing to bet on the latter.)
That idea doesn't bother him too much. What does bother him is the idea that she'll be doing it around others. (Around Snow, he thinks, but doesn't bother to admit to himself.) It's enough that he has to put up with this bullshit, but he'd rather prefer for the small handful of actually halfway decent Fables he knows to not get caught up in it as well.
And although getting her over in the apartment isn't exactly a good thing either, since he truly doubts Mary can ever just sit somewhere and talk, he figures that some people might just figure the noise is him being angry about something. Or whatever. The wolf huffing and puffing in his sleep. (Give him a break.) At least he hopes it'll be enough to keep the few people who'd actually give enough of a damn to check up on him away since those are exactly the few people he'd rather not see anywhere around Mary. So that means the only option is to put at risk what he definitely doesn't give as much of a crap about. His own safety. And sleep, but really, who hasn't he already sacrificed that to at this point. ]
You're shit out of luck. Water's all you're getting. [ As if he actualy has anything filling his fridge. It's a lucky day when there's even alcohol left in his kitchen, let alone milk. Or actual food.
Okay, so he might still have a bottle of whiskey back there, but he's not wasting it on her. There's limits to this crap.
There's a moment where he looks - probably amusingly so - really frustrated with this whole deal, since why him, why on a night he was actually going to sleep, why does he always have to pick between two fucking evils-- but then he tries to force it down, even though he's still clearly frowning as he stares into her eyes still, making a point to not look at anything lower than her face and as long as he can help it, not her infuriating smile either that shows she knows she'll win. ]
But sure, whatever, what do you want? Need me to get a group of hysterical girls in there and put on some pajamas? You might start to feel a little lonely without your usual company.
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That idea doesn't bother him too much. What does bother him is the idea that she'll be doing it around others. (Around Snow, he thinks, but doesn't bother to admit to himself.) It's enough that he has to put up with this bullshit, but he'd rather prefer for the small handful of actually halfway decent Fables he knows to not get caught up in it as well.
And although getting her over in the apartment isn't exactly a good thing either, since he truly doubts Mary can ever just sit somewhere and talk, he figures that some people might just figure the noise is him being angry about something. Or whatever. The wolf huffing and puffing in his sleep. (Give him a break.) At least he hopes it'll be enough to keep the few people who'd actually give enough of a damn to check up on him away since those are exactly the few people he'd rather not see anywhere around Mary. So that means the only option is to put at risk what he definitely doesn't give as much of a crap about. His own safety. And sleep, but really, who hasn't he already sacrificed that to at this point. ]
You're shit out of luck. Water's all you're getting. [ As if he actualy has anything filling his fridge. It's a lucky day when there's even alcohol left in his kitchen, let alone milk. Or actual food.
Okay, so he might still have a bottle of whiskey back there, but he's not wasting it on her. There's limits to this crap.
There's a moment where he looks - probably amusingly so - really frustrated with this whole deal, since why him, why on a night he was actually going to sleep, why does he always have to pick between two fucking evils-- but then he tries to force it down, even though he's still clearly frowning as he stares into her eyes still, making a point to not look at anything lower than her face and as long as he can help it, not her infuriating smile either that shows she knows she'll win. ]
But sure, whatever, what do you want? Need me to get a group of hysterical girls in there and put on some pajamas? You might start to feel a little lonely without your usual company.