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[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Fuck. Yes. That one. Let's do that one.

[The port can wait. Everything can wait. He just wants to sit here, get exceptionally drunk, and pretend like he's not here on the Barge. Pretend that the outside world doesn't exist."

[pharadyne]

Bring a few more bottles over from the liquor cabinet. I'll choose a film.

[Nothing about war, nothing about trauma, nothing too deep since they'll be drunk. He decides on The Seven Year Itch.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He pushes himself up and finds a few bottles, bringing them over and placing them on the table, refilling glasses for both of them.]

What'd you pick?

Marilyn? [He raises his glass.]

Sinful.

[pharadyne]

Not for me. [Which is just as well since the erection he acquired sucking off Jacob is thankfully starting to go down.]

Sometimes I think it would be nice to be a blonde bombshell. But sometimes I think it's a marvel she doesn't punch every man she meets. Or maybe that's just me projecting my teensy desire to do damage.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Put on a fucking wig and go to town, then. [He sinks down into the chair, bringing the glass to his forehead and resting it there.]

Sure there's lots of people who deserve to be hit in the face.

[pharadyne]

I can never actually do it though. Punch people. I don't have it in me. Not unless it's a real fight. I'm more about getting other people to punch people for me.

[He finishes his gin and tonic and pours himself another.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He mutters something that sounds suspiciously like No wonder John likes you under his breath, but drowns it in a drink.]

What's the difference in a real fight and not?

[pharadyne]

Well, if it's a choice between punching someone or getting hurt or murdered, of course I'm going to punch someone. And my old warden let me hit him, but that was different because he offered. It was very cathartic, actually, but can't be recreated. Kaz was special.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He takes a drink, thoughtful. That's the sort of offer he'd give someone else.]

And now you don't need it?

[pharadyne]

Hmmm, I probably do, but like I said, I don't think it can be recreated. He was good enough that I could go at him with everything I had but never actually hurt him, and he'd fight back fiercely enough to give me something real to fight against, but somehow in such a way I always felt perfectly safe even when he was hitting me back.

[Norton sighs wistfully. And has another sip of his drink.]

He was a very good warden. I'm afraid I can't live up to his standard, although if he were here he'd say something terribly insightful that would reassure me. I suppose we all have our strengths. His was punching people, and mine is blowjobs.

He asked me once what would make me happy. What would make you happy?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He sounds like the sort of man who Jacob could respect. He kind of hates that.

He hates the question even more.]

I don't get to be happy. Not really in the cards for me.

[pharadyne]

I don't believe that at all, but I'm troubled that you do. Of course, I always believed I deserved a happy ending even though I probably did not. But that's because I don't like letting other people, or fate, have the last word regarding my life.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He waves a hand at him.]

I had my duty and once I fulfilled it, I was done.

You've read my file.

[pharadyne]

There's got to be more to life than duty. Like...[He gestures loosely at the telly.]...watching Marilyn Monroe films.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[His eyes flick to the screen.]

It passes the time.