Session 3

Relativity


I'd drink enough of anything
To make this world look new again
Drunk, drunk, drunk
In the gardens and the graves...
			Gin Blossoms

I lie in my bed, a bed in which I had slept as a child so many years ago, gaining lucidity and a bit of a headache as my drink-induced haze began to fade. What the hell had happened today? Everyone seemed to turn against me, in my one very simple wish-slash-request. Whether it be Random, the others, Gwyn, or just now, Dad...

Fuck.

Caine and I don't share the same feelings on people. His vindictiveness is legendary, since Mom and I were lost. I should have realized that any interest I showed in Brand's daughter would not be looked on favorably. But Caine should know that he's got to let that stuff go. As much as I can remember of Mom, she would not have wanted it to be this way.

I can't blame Caine, though... or can I?

I can blame anyone other than myself. My thoughts are simple and pure, right?

You're an asshole, Quentin.

*****

And what of the others?

I have not seen Bailey since that day. I have no idea what she thinks of me -- probably not much. Which brings up another sore spot. I don't have a thing for her. Sure, she's attractive. Sure, I haven't been laid in God knows how long. It's the whole TIR thing, dammit. If I just knew if she knew anything about the Tir image, or about me, and then she went back to her own universe, well, I'd be happy, and the whole thing would drop. It's a need to UNDERSTAND, that's all there is to it, Ben, Gwyn, Bishop, Random, Caine...

Why doesn't anyone understand me? Or believe me?

Why do I have such a hard time believing it myself?

Fuckin' Random. I figured he pull something along these lines. Releasing Bailey int he custody of GWYN, of all people? At least if all hell broke loose I could actually dispense some lumps on someone. And then Gwyn asks if I want to "come along." The hell? She knows how I feel, and then this...

I regret yelling at her -- she's so innocent in all this -- but she happens to be the target for my frustration more often than not. I'm lucky she came back up here, to settle things.

I sigh, and cover my head with a pillow.

Can anything else go wrong around here?



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